It starts with love. A touch by a soft white glove.
As touching as somebody with a baby carriage.
The bride riding in a glass carriage.
A fairy tale ending.
All the problems of life we are slowly mending.
It's marriage.
A life that we can begin, both our faces, a grin.
A great contest we did win.
The silence sounds like a din.
We stand by a tree, and think of all
the people who said we would never be.
It's marriage.
The light they now see.
In us, they see the light shining bright.
In us, they see the delight.
Knowing we will comfort each other when
there is fright or a dark night.
A feeling of being high, a great height.
It's marriage.
Oh, it's marriage.