There won't be a wedding, no, there won't be a weddingI'll never see her in her wedding gownFor she wrote me a letter, asking me to forget herCause an old friend of hers came back in townI walked down to the quiet little chapelWhere tomorrow we'd be joined as man and wifeAnd I stood there looking downBy the altar where the minister would standAnd I clutched her cold, cold letter in my handThere's the door where I would neverAnd the aisle in the centerWhere I'd see the bride I'd wanted all my lifeI could hear the music playingAnd I could hear the preacher sayDo you take this one to be your wedded wife?But there won't beBut there won't beThere won't be a wedding, no, there won't be a weddingI'll never see her in her wedding gownLord, please help me to forget herFor I'm leaving you her letterOn the altar by her golden wedding bandBut there won't be a wedding, no, there won't be a weddingI'll never see her in her wedding gownFor she wrote me a letter, asking me to forget herCause an old friend of hers came back in town