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Then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree
On a dark foggy night at a quarter to three
She was ready to go, but where was he?

And then?
She waited.
And then?
There in the shadows, was it her man?
And then?
Her little heart beat so loud!
And then?
And then, baby, everything went black. Now when she opened her eyes she was dead as dust. Her jewels were missin' and her heart was bust. So she made a vow lyin' under that tree That she'd wait for her true love to come set her free. Always waiting for someone to ask for her hand. Then out of the blue comes this groovy young man who vows forever to be by her side. And that's the story of our own corpse bride!

acrylic colours, A3

Description
Then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree
On a dark foggy night at a quarter to three
She was ready to go, but where was he?

And then?
She waited.
And then?
There in the shadows, was it her man?
And then?
Her little heart beat so loud!
And then?
And then, baby, everything went black. Now when she opened her eyes she was dead as dust. Her jewels were missin' and her heart was bust. So she made a vow lyin' under that tree That she'd wait for her true love to come set her free. Always waiting for someone to ask for her hand. Then out of the blue comes this groovy young man who vows forever to be by her side. And that's the story of our own corpse bride!

acrylic colours, A3