Brass Buttons (alternate version)

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues

And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew

My secret thoughts known only by the few

It was a dream much to real to be leaned against too long

All the time I think she knew

Her words still dance inside my head

Her comb still lies beside my bed

And the sun comes up without her, it just doesn't know she's gone

Oh, but I remember everything she said

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues

And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes