The Dress That My Mother Wore

The Dress That My Mother Wore - Juliana Hansen

It's old and it's faded

It's tattered and torn

And it's often been mended before

But it's pink and it's blue

And to me good as new

The dress that my mother wore

It's old and it's faded

The lining is worn

And the snap doesn't catch any more

It's not worth very much

Yet I thrill when I touch

The dress that my mother wore

It's easy for me to start dreaming and see

How she looked long ago in the dress

As she toyed with the lace

Looking for on the face

Of a boy softly whispering say yes

I know how she felt when she wore it and knelt

And they prayed in the church sighed by sigh

I can feel the world spin as he tilted her chin

And he kissed her and made her his bride

It's old and it's faded

It's tattered and torn

Yes it's often been mended before

There's a rip here and there

But no gown can compare

With the dress that my mother wore

With the dress that my mother wore