She wore blue velvet, bluer than velvet was
the night.
Softer than satin was the light from the stars.
She wore blue velvet, bluer than velvet were
her eyes.
Warmer than May her tender sighs, love was ours.
Ours the love I held tight-ly, feeling the rapture
grow.
Like a flame burning bright-ly, but when she left,
gone was the glow
#2.
Of blue velvet but in my heart there'll always be,
precious and warm a memory through the years.
And I still can see blue velvet through my tears.
#3.
She wore blue velvet, but in my heart there'll always
be, precious and warm a memory through the years.
And I still can see blue vel vet through my tears.