Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues

And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes



My mind was young and then it grew

My thoughts known only by a few

A dream much too real to be leaned against too long

And all the time I guess she knew



Her thoughts still dance inside my head

Her comb still lies beside the bed

But the sun comes up without her, it doesn't know she's gone

And it remembers nothing that she said



Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues

And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes