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MOTHER OF THE BRIDE Lyrics: George Weiss - Music: Joe Sherman Bette Davis with the Roger Webb Orchestra Here comes the bride down the aisle All dressed in white; see her smile? May she be happy all of her life; May she make him a wonderful wife. (Spoken) Here comes the bride. Here comes my little girl. Oh, I know she's all grown up, taller than I am. Even talks back to me. I just can't picture her married. She's been the comfort of my life - What shall I do without her? Oh, she looks so beautiful, and so young. Why must she leave me so soon? Haven't I always been a good mother to her? Haven't I done everything in the world for her? Did I do all those things, spent all those years Only to lose her? Oh, I know he's a fine boy; Bright, well-mannered, nice-looking, Anxious to make something of himself - But he's obviously not good enough for her. (Sung) Here comes the groom, filled with pride, Standing so tall by her side. Friends and relations are crying for joy, Touched by the love of a girl and a boy. (Spoken) People say you don't lose a daughter, you gain a son. Nonsense! I'm losing her, and I know it. Maybe it's selfish of me to feel this way, But what can I do? I carried her, I cared for her, I worried about her, I scolded her, I spanked her. I loved her - I loved her, And I don't want to lose her. Why am I carrying on so? It may be worth it Just to get those rock-and-roll records out of the house, And I was even learning to like them! Maybe I'll have some peace and quiet for a change. No more noise, no more giggling girlfriends, No more eager-beaver boyfriends, No more stories of who broke her heart this week, No more three-and-a-half hour telephone calls, No more "Don't wait up for me, Mommy, I'll be home late tonight ..." My little girl won't be home late tonight ... She won't be coming home at all any night ... (Sung) Here comes the bride down the aisle All dressed in white; see her smile? May she be happy all of her life; May she make him a wonderful wife. (Transcribed by Lou Rugani - The Music of the Stars (WLIP) - February 2013)

    


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