Blue Velvet

She wore Blue Velvet,
Bluer than velvet was the night,
Softer than satin was the light
From the stars....

She wore Blue Velvet...
Bluer than velvet were her eyes,
Warmer than May her tender sighs,
Love was ours....

Ours, a love I held tightly,
Feeling the rapture grow,
Like a flame burning brightly,
But when she left, gone was the glow
Of Blue Velvet......

But in my heart there'll always be,
Precious and warm the memory,
Through the years......
And I still can see Blue Velvet
Through my tears.




"Blue Velvet"
Bobby Vinton, 1963