A Vision

I wasn’t born seventh son of my race
nor was I born with a veil on my face
but when i met you, dear
i had a vision clear

i see a lovely girl
a vision
dressed in ivory and pearl
a vision
she’s coming into view
oh yes, i think it’s you
and you’re a vision

there are roses all around
in the vision
and satin on the ground
a vision
and in this second sight
i see by candlelight
oh, what a vision

now i’m getting more, this could be a sign
silver and crystal all filled up with wine
i’ve only been mildly psychic before
but this is something more

the band begins to swing
in the vision
you wear a golden ring
a vision
you also wear a smile
as you’re walking down the aisle
you are a vision

now i’m getting more, this could be a sign
silver and crystal all filled up with wine
i’ve only been mildly psychic before
but this is something more

“i do,” you just replied
a vision
it’s clear that you’re a bride
and a vision
our families are there
it’s fading now, but i could swear
i saw myself standing by your side