There won't be a wedding, no, there won't be a wedding
I'll never see her in her wedding gown
For she wrote me a letter, asking me to forget her
Cause an old friend of hers came back in town
I walked down to the quiet little chapel
Where tomorrow we'd be joined as man and wife
And I stood there looking down
By the altar where the minister would stand
And I clutched her cold, cold letter in my hand
There's the door where I would never
And the aisle in the center
Where I'd see the bride I'd wanted all my life
I could hear the music playing
And I could hear the preacher say
Do you take this one to be your wedded wife?
But there won't be
But there won't be

There won't be a wedding, no, there won't be a wedding
I'll never see her in her wedding gown
Lord, please help me to forget her
For I'm leaving you her letter
On the altar by her golden wedding band
But there won't be a wedding, no, there won't be a wedding
I'll never see her in her wedding gown
For she wrote me a letter, asking me to forget her
Cause an old friend of hers came back in town