Buttons

Brass buttons, green silks, and silver shoes

Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues

And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was small, 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 words 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

If it remembers nothing that she said

Brass buttons, green silks, and silver shoes

Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues

And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair

Brass buttons, green silks, and silver shoes