The Bride

As I stand at the alter
My belly all of a flutter
My legs like jelly
I begin to think

Will he always love me
Will he care when I am old and grey
Will he cherish me when I am ill and frail
Of cause he will

He is so sweat
He is so kind
He loves me dearly
He is that best friend of mine

Do you take this man to be
You wedded husband.
He turns to me and smiles
My doubts subside
I do I cry

I now pronounce you man and wife
The vicar cried
I am now his wife
To have and to Hold
for Life