Something old, something new
Something special supposed
To be designed from me and you
Something borrowed, something blue
Something crazy that won't turn out
The way we want it to
Ringing bells, hopes in wishing wells
Pretty flowers that smell
Throwing rice they'll think we're so nice
My suit, your gown of white
Stained glass rays, it's just a show for them
That doesn't matter anyway
And far away they'll hear trumpets play
On our wedding day
Our plan in store the night before
We'll pack our things
And tip-toe through the house
And out the door
Ran away for something more
Read the note laid on the suit
And gown we never wore
Ringing bells hopes in wishing wells
Pretty flowers that smell
Throwing rice they'll think we're so nice
My suit, your gown of white
Stained glass rays, it's just a show for them
That doesn't matter anyway
And far away they'll hear trumpets play
On our wedding day