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The bride wore a floor length gown of nylon lace,
And a sweetheart crown that held in place,
A fingertip veil of illusion;
She carried an American Beauty rose bouquet,
And the piano played O Promise Me,
Promise me love eternally.
But Rita Alverna remembers a different dream,
Than the one that she came to realize.
When she was young and she looked real good,
She sent her picture to Hollywood;
And she waited for a reply,
Beneath a blue New Brunswick sky.
Reception was held in the school auditorium,
And the best man's toast to the bride and groom,
Wished them the stars and the moon;
And Rita would say Betty Mae caught the bride's bouquet,
As they drove away that day,
In a fifty-five chevrolet.
But Rita Alverna remembers a different dream,
Than the one that she came to realize.
When she was young and she looked real good,
She sent her picture to Hollywood;
And she waited for a reply,
Beneath a blue New Brunswick sky.
And all the crowd
Came from Harcourt and Browns Yard,
And from the Maritimes,
And south of the forty-nine.
The bride wore a floor length gown of nylon lace,
And a veil that hid the only trace,
Of a single tear that stained her face;
She carried an American Beauty rose bouquet,
And the piano played O Promise Me,
Promise me love eternally.
But Rita Alverna remembers a different dream,
Than the one that she came to realize.
When she was young and she looked real good,
She sent her picture to Hollywood;
And she waited for a reply,
Beneath a blue New Brunswick sky.
When she was young and she looked real good.
She sent her picture to Hollywood;
And she waited for a reply.
Beneath a blue New Brunswick sky.
