By Ann M Rowell.

The crowds are all gathered, Oh what a joy,
The joining together of this lovely girl and boy,
The church is trimmed in cream and gold,
This is a lovely occasion to behold,
The cousins and aunts arrive from far and wide,
All eagerly await a glimpse of the bride.

Here comes the carriage, fastened with ribbons of white,
And here comes the sun shining clear and bright,
Father of the bride, so smart, so proud
He is so happy, feels like singing aloud,
At last here's the bride, a vision in lace,
Carrying orchids and roses, a veil round her face.

Oh isn't she lovely, rings out the cry
Her mother is crying, she doesn't know why
The dress is fantastic, she looks like a dream,
The day is so perfect, or so it would seem,
The church bells are ringing, so loud, so clear
And all of their family are there, so dear.

They smile at the vicar, so tall full of grace,
The bridegroom is nervous, he stands back a pace,
He feels in his pocket, has he got the ring?
And then the choir, softly start to sing
It's all worked out perfect, later all will say
This was a beautiful, gorgeous wedding day.

ANN M Rowell, Havelock Street, Oswaldtwistle.