Lyrics:

Do you take this man, do you take his hand
Do you take this man, do you take his hand
And the bride wore blue, with turquoise on the top
For this was the day, when her loneliness would stop
And the hand that she held, in sorrow and in joy
Was soft and tender like the small hand of a boy
And the choir did sing, in harmony with love
And the smile upon her face, was a smile from up above
Do you take this man, do you take his hand
Do you take this man, do you take his hand

And the bride wore blue, with turquoise on the top
For this was the day, when her loneliness would stop
And the hand that she held, in sorrow and in joy
Was soft and tender like the small hand of a boy
And the choir did sing, in harmony with love
And the smile upon her face, was a smile from up above
Do you take this man, do you take his hand
Do you take this man, do you take his hand