Paroles de Take This Hand

Do you take this man, do you take his hand? Do you take this man, do you take his hand? And the bride wore blue, with turquoise on the top For this was the day, when her loneliness would stop And the hand that she held, in sorrow and in joy Was soft and tender like the small hand of a boy And the choir did sing, in harmony with love And the smile upon her face Was a smile from up above Do you take this man, do you take his hand? Do you take this man, do you take his hand? And the bride wore blue, with turquoise on the top For this was the day, when her loneliness would stop And the hand that she held, in sorrow and in joy Was soft and tender like the small hand of a boy And the choir did sing, in harmony with love And the smile upon her face Was a smile from up above Do you take this man, do you take his hand? Do you take this man, do you take his hand?