The Country Wedding

The Country Wedding ~ Cindy Groves

If you could have your wedding day as perfect as you can, would you have roses and peonies or flowers from the hedgerows?

I would be married to my love in a woodland glade, with the dog to bear the rings and a knees up in the garden.

If you could plan you day with no expenses spared

would you have champagne and canapes or dandelion wine?

I would be married to my love on a beach by the sea

with sand between my toes and shells to mark the way.

If you could be married in ceremony, with all the bells and whistles

would you have high society in silk or your friends in cotton dresses?

I would be married to my love every day for ever,

I would cleave to him and laugh with him and make music together.

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