You'll think of this when summer fades Flowers in your hair, smile on your face Kisses and hugs and wishing wells And the laughing, and the cheering, and the wedding bells Time will take it's toll, beware But I will never cease to care I crossed many mountains getting here To see that ring on your hand, my dear And as we look inside our hearts tonight You know we'll find it's true There's something old, something new, something borrowed and blue There's something old, something new, borrowed and blue In Paul's letter to the Corinthians He speaks of the blessings loving lends And though true love may not seek it's own You know I'll seek you should you wander too far from home And as we look inside our hearts tonight, you know we'll find it's true There's something old, something new, something borrowed and blue There's something old, something new, borrowed and blue Borrowed and blue . . . Borrowed and blue . . .