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  ooh, 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