Blue Lace - Frank Sinatra

Blue lace, her gown was blue lace

She wore the promise of springtime and laughter

Daybreak, we talked till daybreak

Without a warning of what might come after

Her touch was velvet, I still can feel it

That one brief moment that ended in space

Sometime in mid-December

I hear the music, the echo of springtime laughter

All day I see the old days

When I’d seen the young girls in blue, blue lace

Her gown was blue lace, such lovely blue lace

Her gown was blue