Brass Buttons

Brass buttons, green silks, and silver shoes Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes My mind was small, and then it grew My thoughts known only by a few A dream much too real To be leaned against too long And all the time I guess she knew Her words still dance inside my head Her comb still lies beside my bed But the sun comes up without her It doesn't know she's gone If it remembers nothing that she said Brass buttons, green silks, and silver shoes Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair Brass buttons, green silks, and silver shoes