Blue Velvet

She wore blue velvet

Bluer than velvet was the night

Softer than satin was the light

From the stars

 

She wore blue velvet

Bluer than velvet were her eyes

Warmer than may her tender sighs

Love was ours

 

Ours a love I held tightly

Feeling the rapture grow

Like a flame burning brightly

But when she left, gone was the glow of

Blue velvet

 

But in my heart there'll always be

Precious and warm, a memory

Through the years

And I still can see blue velvet

Through my tears

 

 

She wore blue velvet

But in my heart there'll always be

Precious and warm, a memory

Through the years

And I still can see blue velvet

Through my tears

 

Bobby Vinton, 1963