Frank Sinatra – Blue Lace

Blue lace, her gown was blue lace,

She wore the promise of springtime and laughter.

Daybreak, we talked till daybreak

Without a warning of what might come after.

Her touch was velvet, I still can feel it

That one brief moment that ended in space.

Sometime in mid-December,

I hear the music, the echo of springtime laughter,

All day I see the old days,

When I’d seen the young girls in blue, blue lace.

Her gown was blue lace, such lovely blue lace,

Her gown was blue.