When a Girl Becomes a Wife

You asked me if I'd marry you

And I believe I can

Though I'm just a young girl

They say you're a decent man.

I've been raised by mom and daddy

With a lot of love around

And that's something I can't live without

When I move in to town.

You must give me everything

I had when I was home

The things I was accoustomed to

Some treasures of my own.

All the things that daddy give me

Have become a way of life

It's not too much to ask

When a girl becomes a wife.

Chorus:

I'll need a featherbed to lay on

For my flower bed, a hoe

A churn to make fresh butter

And I'll need a radio.

A gingham dress for Sundays

And my legs cannot be bare

A petticoat with ruffles

And some ribbons for my hair.

Pretty curtains for my kitchen

Iron skillets that I'll need

A swing out on the front porch

And a bible I can read.

I know you'll be like daddy

When a baby comes in time

You'll surely build a cradle

And learn a nursery rhyme.

I'll try to be like mama

Not a woman of the world

And we'll live in love together

With our little boy or girl.

Chorus:

I'll need a featherbed to lay on

For my flower bed, a hoe

A churn to make fresh butter

And I'll need a radio.

A gingham dress for Sundays

And my legs cannot be bare

A petticoat with ruffles

And some ribbons for my hair.

Pretty curtains for my kitchen

Iron skillets that I'll need

A swing out on the front porch

And a bible I can read...