We were taught the Golden Rule as we sat in sunday school,
How I wished you were back there with me;
Oh, I hate to see you go, for I learned to love you so,
In row number two, in seat number three.
When the wedding bells ring, and the choir begins to sing,
You think of a love that used to be;
As you walk down the aisle, should you turn and try to smile,
I'll be in row number two, in seat number three.
Then you'll know the perfect bliss in the magic of his kiss,
And I'll feel a touch of jealousy;
But I was taught the way to live was to love and forgive,
In row number two, in seat number three.
When the wedding bells ring, the choir begins to sing,
You think of a love that used to be;
As you walk down the aisle, should you turn and try to smile,
I'll be in row number two, in seat number three.
I'll be in row number two, in seat number three.