Her father walked her slowly down the aisle,
All heads turned round to watch her gliding by,
Which she acknowledged with a practiced smile
Despite the teardrops rolling from her eye.
The sun lit up the stained glass windows bright,
The priest stood at the altar book in hand,
The stage was set, the scene so very right,
The organist played Wagner as was planned.
The lonely best man knelt with head bent low,
She walked those last few yards on leaden feet.
This was the saddest day she'd ever know
And soon the waited deed would be complete.
The organ stopped, the choir began to sing.
She placed upon his coffin one gold ring.