Lyrics

Written by: Mark Brine

1. With the boy in your arms we stood before the JudgeIn that office all cluttered ‘n piledHis secretary in the background she was polishin’ her nailsThe Judge rose ‘n stood ‘n he smiled

2. At the two of us there in our Sunday besetA little nervous yet in love as could beThen he recited those lines, those ever-famous weddin’ lines ‘N began the ceremony

Chorus:“N it was like a Norman Rockwell print come t’ lifeThat day you became my wifeMe in my suspenders, you in your bonnetWith a prayer it’d all turn out right.. just like a Norman Rockwell print come t’ life

3. Just a simple event... very little money spentWe couldn’t afford t’ go on a honeymoonNo, I remember we just went out t’ some restaurant Some late night diners‘N sat there staring out at the moon

4. While the kid banged away with his silverware drumstickon the plates ‘n just anything he could findY’ know baby as simple as it all was I wouldn’t  change it for nuthin’... It’s gotta be one of my mem’ries of all-time ‘n like a ...©1985  Miss Rebecca Music (ASCAP)