Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues

And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young and then it grew

My thoughts known only by a few

A dream much too real to be leaned against too long

And all the time I guess she knew

Her thoughts still dance inside my head

Her comb still lies beside my bed

But the sun comes up without her, it doesn't know she's gone

And it remembers nothing that she said

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues

And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes