Verse 1

                       C                  C6        C
               THE LIT-TLE SILK-WORMS THAT MADE SILK FOR THAT GOWN,
                 Dm                                          G7
             JUST MADE THAT MUCH SILK AND THEN CRAWLED IN THE GROUND,
                          C                          Am
                 FOR THERE NEV-ER WAS AN-Y-THING LIKE IT BE-FORE,
                      B7            Dm7                     G
                 AND I DON"T DARE TO HOPE THERE WILL BE AN-Y-MORE,
                               C              E7          Am
                      BUT IT'S GONE 'CAUSE IT JUST HAD TO BE,
                                 G           D7    G7
                           STILL IT WEARS IN MY MEM-O-RY.

                             C             Cmaj7       A7
                       IN MY SWEET LIT-TLE A-LICE BLUE GOWN,
                             D7
                      WHEN I FIRST WAN-DERED DOWN IN TO TOWN,
                        G7                       C           A7
                  I WAS BOTH PROUD AND SHY, AS I FELT EV'-RY EYE,
                      D7                      G7          G+   G7
                BUT IN EV'-RY SHOP WIN-DOW I'D PRIMP, PASS-ING  BY;
                               C                       A7
                       THEN IN MAN-NER OF FASH-ION I'D FROWN,
                             Dm    A7     F6 G7          E7
                     AND THE WORLD SEEM'D TO SMILE ALL A-ROUND,
                        Dm                 D°   C       Em  A7
                TILL IT WILT-ED I WORE IT, I'LL AL-WAYS A - DORE IT,
                          Dm    A7  F6  G7 Fm6  G7   C
                       MY SWEET LIT-TLE A- LICE BLUE GOWN.