Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
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