Warm evenings, pale morning, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by a few
It was a dream much too real to be learned against too long
All the time I think she knew
Her words still dance inside my head
Her comb still lies beside my bed
And the sun comes up without her
It just doesn't know she's gone
Oh, but I remember everything she said
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evening, pale morning, bottle of blues
and the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes