Miodes - The Passing of the Bride Lyrics

Please come now Mr Peters
It is time for us to leave
At the third left down the corridor
There's a place for you to breathe

We'll make a cup of tea
With a biscuit on the side
But we cannot make amends for
The passing of the bride

Church bells were ringing
Flowers In her hair
It was a blessing she was unaware
Oh what became of his lady fair
She must be an angel in heaven

Oh Mr Peters
It is best you did not stay
We have done all within our power
But she has passed away

We'll telephone a taxi
And homewards you will ride
May the world go past in silence for
The passing of the bride

Oh Mr Peters
She is dead, she is dead
We have another patient
Waiting for her bed

We'll make that cup of tea
With a biscuit on the side
Now you have your life to contemplate
The passing of the bride

Church bells were ringing
Flowers In her hair
It was a blessing she was unaware
Oh what became of his lady fair
She must be an angel in heaven
Oh she must be an angel in heaven