The Runaway Bride

The Runaway Bride

By Brett Watchorn

On the first day of summer I stood at the altar

For the briefest of moments I felt I could fly

My Bonnie was wearing the finest of dresses

Holding red roses and all dressed in white

She walked down the aisle to Pachelbel's Canon

The organist gave me a wink as he played

I knew that my heart could nay love another

No other lass makes my heart swoon and sway

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I'd swim through the oceans

And walk through the desert

It won't really matter what I must endure

She is my Bonnie and when I'm around her

I have a feeling no doctor can cure

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I looked in her eyes and I noticed a shudder

I thought it was her feeling such love, ah amore

But then to my horror I looked on in wonder

She hitched up her dress and she ran out the door

Now what do I do? Do I cry and move on?

Do I drink all the beer in the bar all alone?

No, she is my Bonnie and I love her dearly

So now I must pack up my bags, hit the road

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Up over the mountains

and down through the valleys

It won't really matter where I need to ride

For she is my Bonnie and I love her dearly

I'll never stop chasing my runaway bride

I'll fly to the moon if she'll come back and kiss me

I'll never stop chasing my runaway bride

No, I'll never stop chasing my runaway bride

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Copyright 2020 Brett Watchorn

Brave Music Australia

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This poem/lyric came from an awesome Celtic Reel and I loved the title, so I wrote a lyric that fit with the melody.