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I remember when you said with this ring I Thee wed Now you've gone betrayed my trust rings of gold have turned to rust Tears can't wash away the sin love
In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the wedding rings There on display She smiles and nods her head As he says, "Honey
I remember when you said "With this ring I thee wed" Now you've gone betrayed my trust Rings of gold have turned to rust Tears can't wash away the sin
It was Friday night And both of us were lonely We seemed to meet as lonely people do I filled that empty space till Monday morning I never meant ton fall
Silver, the moon high over pond of water calm and dark Woe, mist, the breath of the dragon, sweeping down mountain side All still, the day asleep, the
I wasn't born Born to stay Thought that I'd buy you A golden ring A golden ring for your finger Yeah A golden ring for your finger I was a woman That
He gave to you, a golden ring It made you happy, it made you sing I played for you, on my guitar It didn't last long, we didn't go far Though the times
True love is a golden ring Like the vows we made it's a precious thing Sent from above on silver wings True love is a golden ring Down a winding road
He gave to you a golden ring; It made you happy, it made you sing. And I played for you on my guitar; It didn't last long, it didn't go far. And though
In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the wedding rings There on display (G.J) She smiles n' nods her head As he says, "Honey
(T.W.) In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the wedding rings There on display (G.J) She smiles n' nods her head As he says
Plain gold ring on his finger he wore It was where everyone could see He belonged to someone, but not me On his hand was a plain gold ring Plain gold
Plain gold ring on her finger she wore It was where everyone could see It belonged to someone, but not me On her hand she wore a plain gold ring Plain
I won't say a word as I turn every light down in this town you won't hear me coming not the sound of my feet running to take you down these New York winters
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Перевод: Джексон, Алан. True Love Is Золотое кольцо.