Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes   Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues   And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair   Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes      My mind was young and then it grew   My thoughts known only by a few   A dream much too real to be leaned against too long   And all the time I guess she knew      Her thoughts still dance inside my head   Her comb still lies beside my bed   But the sun comes up without her, it doesn't know she's gone   And it remembers nothing that she said      Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes   Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues   And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair   Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes   Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes