Sanoja: Frank Sinatra. Blue Lace.

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