|To a wedding, on the morrow, I go.
Down the aisle the bride walks, slow.
A tear escapes her father’s eye,
As he bids his little girl goodbye.
A fine young woman she has become,
And from what was two, we now have one.
A couple, a pair, a family,
A long life to share for he and she.
Vows they do now both exchange,
Covering both the normal and strange.
And though many troubles they will share,
Lo their love will always be there.
I cry tears of joy for my dear friend,
And wish her happiness until the end.