Wedding March Songtext

Will she be your wife, have with
you scores of children to rush past your knees? Will she be your wife,
married in a service with the groom in black and the bride in white? Will I
be a bride someday? How will I approach it? Will I cry? Will I be a
bride, strapped into the shotgun seat of someone else's car until I die?
Oh, my goodly husband, will ours be a love to beat the band? Oh, my goodly
husband, or will I be pretending that I cannot live without a man?