Faye Richmonde
The Swelling Of The Organ, The Coming Of The Bride
I love to go to wedding
And see the bashful bride
There with the groom so nervous
Arriving side by side
Delayed maybe the service
But patient I remain
It brings a strange emotion
That no one can explain
When sweet wedding bells are ringing
Resounding from far and wide
It leaves a tender feeling
That it thrills you deep inside
But the best part of every wedding
That cannot be denied
Is the swеlling of the organ
And the calming of the ridе