the morning sky turned blue

when she dressed in her Cinderella white

she asked me to dance with her into the night

and when the music began to play

she wondered if I would stay?

and I heard the angels sing

as the morning sky turned blue

she whispered that she hoped

we'd be among the chosen few

and her words rang true

it was me she was talking to

when she dressed in her Cinderella white

I wouldn't let her escape my sight

and when the music began to play

she wondered if I would stay?

and I heard the angels sing

as the morning sky turned blue

she whispered that she hoped 

we'd be among the chosen few

and her words rang true

it was me she was talking to

when she dressed in her Cinderella white

I wouldn't let her escape my sight

and her words rang true

it was me she was talking to

as the morning sky turned blue.