They met a ball
She wore a white dress
They chatted like old friends
He playd with her hair, every tress

They became close friends
She wore a white shirt
He said he was going to war
He promised he wouldn't get hurt

They talked every day
She wore a white blouse
Sometimes he even visited
He came to her house

The calls soon stopped
She wore white shoes
He never answered
It gave her the blues

She turned old-fashioned
She wore a white sweater
He never relpiled
To any of her letters

A letter soon came
She wore a white jacket
It was not from him
It said he died in the packet

The funeral was aranged
She wore a simple Black dress
She cried for her lost loved
She cried for this mess