Not a Bride

Dressed in white lace
A beauty is she,
She'll be all alone
Though she'll try not to be.
She thinks she's a bride
Of a man on the sea,
But a bride with no
Wedding cannot be.

She climbs up the stairs
When the day becomes night.
She stands by the altar
'Neath the candlelight,
Mem'ries of his death
In her mind she will fight,
and she only believes
Everything is alright.

Dressed in white lace
A beautiful bride
Only on memories
Her life does ride
And from  reality
Her memory does hide
She doesn't remember
Her sailor has died.