Wedding Day - Carmen Consoli

One look from him and I fell under his spell

His manicured fingers moved like a magician’s

His lips in proportion to the pearly-white, dazzling

Perfection of his irresistible smile

With great expertise, never wasting a word

I gave in to his charm and persuasion as he sweet talked to me

We started to meet and date fast and furiously

In all the unusual places we could think of

My artful young man had endless resources

Pulling the strings that seduced me

No hesitation when he asked me sincerely

«Come on let’s get married»: he was a master of self-assured ease

Wedding day memories come back to remind me

A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me

Something borrowed’n’blue, something old’n’new

As I waited devoutly from the groom to appear

Crammed in their pews the guests growing restless

Restraining their pent-up hysteria

The minutes ticked by with relentless precision

So where on earth was my husband to be?

No hesitation when he asked me sincerely

«Come on let’s get married»: he was a master of self-assured ease

Wedding day memories come back to remind me

A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me

No nervous bridegroom in manly composure

Only the priest in cospicuous embarassment

Wedding day memories come back to remind me

A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me

No nervous bridegroom in manly composure

Only the priest in cospicuous embarassment

Wedding day memories come back to remind me

A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me

No wedding march to walk down the aisle with

Just the dull dirge of my inconsolable grieving