There is something of her in this morning,
Though she’s the thought I try hard to repress.
And my heart did not give me fair warning.
Together somewhere outside of Corning,
My love for her I did freely profess.
There was something about her that morning.
Shattered, I would not give way to scorning
(Receiving an invite at my address),
When my heart did not give me fair warning.
Both a veil and a halo adorning,
Her wings tucked into her white wedding dress.
She was something to look at that morning.
It’s a devil who’ll get no dehorning,
But one day she’ll think of me and confess
That, “My heart did not give me fair warning,
“For there’s something of him in this mourning.
Not regret, but wrong too late to redress.
There was something to tell him that morning.
I should have given his heart fair warning.”