REFRAIN:
"'Sewing Machine tell me true,
Sewing machine, does he love [me/her] true?'
VERSE 1:
In a room, but feeling very lonely,
Sits a girl, a sewing on a gown;
And she dreams about her one and only,
Stitch by stitch, she sews white petals on,
There is one, that's for the day she met him,
One to show how kisses burn;
Then another for the day he left her,
With his promise to return.
VERSE 2:
Still she sits, a sewing on the flowers, How she loves the lovely silk so white;
Stitch by stitch, she sews away the hours, For the gown, it must be worn tonight.
Now at last, the wedding gown is ended, From the past, tears dim her eyes;
But the dress for her is not intented, 'Bring them luck, gown,' She sighs.