She wear blue velvet,
bluer than velvet whas the night.
Softer than satin was the light from the stars.
She wear blue velvet,
bluer than velvet were her eyes.
Warmer than may her tender signs, love was ours.
Ours a love I held tightly, feeling the rapture grow.
Like a flame burning brightly,
but when she left gone was the glow of
Blue velvet,
but In my heart there'll always be
precious and warming memories, through the years.
And I still can see Blue Velvet through my tears.