Lyrics

Dear Brother, I’m Getting Married
And I want you there standing up taller than me
You don’t have to throw any party
I just want to see you, proud as can be

I love you, I love you, I know you love me

I wake up thinking of you
In the darkest of hours that I ever knew
And I’ve stolen a thing or two or three
I’ve placed them around where I’d be sure to see them

I love you, I love you, you know that I mean it

Next year, in September
Right under the trees that I know you’d remember
The same where our parents were wed
Back then they were farther from the riverbed

We’ll go there, we’ll go there, we’ll fix what we can

Dear Brother, I’m Getting Married
And I want you there standing up taller than me