Organ music softly playing, sounds of people's whispers saying, She's a pretty bride, you're such a lucky man. I smile and wipe the tears away, and find the proper words to say, While aching with the pain, they just can't understand. It could have been me, wearing that dress and why, It could have been me, holding you close tonight, It could have been me, giving your children life, Why can't it be me, who'll be your wife? Now we're gathered all together, you vow your love for worse or better, Lift your veil and kiss her with a tender blow, Then beating her back of the eye, I try to meet your eyes and smile, But all the time, my heart is breaking so, It could have been me, wearing that dress and why, It could have been me, holding you close tonight, It could have been me, giving your children life, Why can't it be me, who'll be your wife? I toast the lovely bride and groom, and as you leave the noisy room, They say it's my turn to catch the bride's bouquet. As the crowd goes streaming past, someone says he's hers at last, I hold my pretty flowers and slowly walk away. Could this be a dream? Will I be wearing that dress and why? Could it really be me, who'll be holding you close tonight? Please say that it's me, who'll be giving your children life, Wake me from this dream, take me in for your wife. Yes, only a dream, I'll be wearing that dress and why, It was just a bad dream, I'll be holding you close tonight, I'm proud that it's me, who'll be giving your children life, Thank God that it's me, who'll be your wife. Yes, only a dream, I'll be wearing that dress and why, It was just a bad dream, I'll be holding you close tonight, I'm proud that it's me, who'll be giving your children life, Thank God that it's me, who'll be your wife. Yes, only a dream.