(With Love)
The first scene was the church, then the altar,
Where we claimed each other, with tears of joy we cried.
Our friends wished us luck there forever,
As we walked from the church, side by side.
The next scene was a crowded courtroom,
And like strangers we sat side by side.
Then I heard the judge make his decision,
And no longer were we man and wife.
I hate the sight of that courtroom,
Where man-made laws push God's laws aside.
Then the clerk wrote our story in the record
A church, a courtroom and then goodbye.
We walked from that courtroom together,
We shook hands and once again we cried.
Then it was the end of our story,
A church, a courtroom and then goodbye.
