James Keelaghan - Ring

[ ? ? ? ? ] the ^Cring I wear ^G The shirt I bought on the ^Copen market ^F The coloured feathers ^Csomeone gave me The ^Gchange that rattles ^Cin my pocket ^F Suspended now on ^Csilver wings I'm ^Gthinking rings of ^Amtravellers' fate ^F I'd never know that ^CI was there For the ^Gshirt I've bought, the ring I^C wear ^{F C G F}

Our love to a ^Cring I wear ^G I have a golden love that's ^Csquandered ^F I keep it to remind my^Cself ^GTrue love's true and ^Cnever wanders ^F Good friends say that ^CI should pluck that ^Gring away ^AmSome say pawn it ^F Me, I think that it's ^Ccrass A ^Gwish I made, a ring I ^Cwear

My life to a ^Cring I wear ^G Circle slowly ^Cwoven 'round me ^F Each day adds a^Cnother thread An ^GEdmond's chain, ^CAlma's belfry ^F Ascending now on ^Csilver wings ^GOur faith again, sub^Amstantial thing ^F You can't see it, ^Cit's still there ^GThis life I weave, this ^Cring I wear