She dressed in the dark and she whispered, "Amen",
She was pretty in pink, like a young girl again.
Twenty years married, she never thought twice,
She sneaked out the door and walked into the night.

And silver wings carried her over the sea,
From the west coast of Ireland to West Tennessee,
To be with her sweetheart, she left everything,
From Galway to Graceland to be with the king.

She was humming 'Suspicion', that's the song she liked best
She had 'Elvis I Love You' tattooed on her breast,
She landed in Memphis, her heart beat so fast,
She dreamed for so long, now she'd see him at last.

She was down by his graveside, day after day,
Come closing time they would pull her away,
To be with her sweetheart, she'd left everything,
From Galway to Graceland to be with the king.

They came in their thousands from the whole human race,
To pay their respects at his last resting place,
Oh, blindly she knelt there and she told him her dreams,
She thought that he answered or that's how it seems.

And then they dragged her away, it was handcuffs this time
She said "My good man are you out of your mind?
Don't you know that we're married? See, I'm wearing his ring,
From Galway to Graceland to be with the king."

"I've come from Galway to Graceland to be with the king.".