Blue Velvet

Bobby Vinton
Film: Modrư samet

She wore Blue Velvet, 
Bluer than velvet was the night, 
Softer then 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 lightly 

Feeling the rapture grow 
Like a flame burning brightly. 
But when she left, 

gone was the glow of Blue Velvet 
But in my hearth 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, 
Bluer than velvet was the night, 

Softer then 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 lightly 
Feeling the rapture grow 
Like a flame burning brightly. 

But when she left, 
gone was the glow of Blue Velvet 
But in my hearth there'll always be 

Precious, and warm, a memory 
through the years 
And I still can see Blue Velvet 

through my tears 
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