Lirieke: George Jones. Wedding Bells.

I've got the invitation that you sent me
You wanted me to see you change your name
I couldn't stand to see you wed another
But dear, I hope you're happy just the same

Wedding bells are ringing in the chapel
I hear the children laughing now with plea
Down the aisle with someone else you're walking
Those wedding bells will never ring for me

I planned a little cottage in the valley
I even brought a little band of gold
I knew someday I'd place it on your finger
But now the future looks so dark and cold

I fancy that I see a bunch of roses
A blossom from an orange tree in your hair
And while the organ plays I'll love you truly
Please won't you let me pretend that I am there?

Wedding bells are ringing in the chapel
That should be ringing now for you and me
And home alone I hang my head in sorrow
Those wedding bells will never ring for me