I slipped on my boots and walked down the
road singing
Once
I was there I saw a bride all dressed in white
Behind
the crowd I watched as she tossed her boquet high
High
in the air it went with ribbons trailing
As
if it would not fall to the outstretched arms of the ladies
The silk flowers came down without a destiny
Into the hands of my fair lady
She turned and looked at me with
her smile
She asked would you like to walk
with me for a while
I
said I surely will would you care for some wine
She
said only if when Sunday comes you’ll be with me at church on time
Our relationship grew like a rosebud in the
spring
Then
it was my fair lady’s turn to wear a diamond ring
After
eighteen years of marriage and praying every day
I only hope my daughter shall try to catch a
bride’s boquet
Country
boy’s wife and the bride’s boquet
If you ladies plan to carry on the American
way
You
must try to catch a bride’s boquet
Thomas David Scott
© Copyright 1983 By Thomas David Scott
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