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作词 : Ian Tyson/Sylvia Tyson |
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作曲 : Ian Tyson/Sylvia Tyson |
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Three silver rings |
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Three silver rings |
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On slim hands waiting |
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Flash bright in candlelight till Sunday's early morn |
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We found her room that rainy morning |
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She took my hand through winding roads and led me home |
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Some red French wine when later waiting |
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In her warm hideaway, she smiled and combed her hair |
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We talked of all, we talked of nothing |
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I left with promises to meet, she told me where |
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Oh, but she laughed each time I asked her name |
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Made promises, they're all in vain |
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But her friend's down at the French cafe |
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Had no English words for me |
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So you may find above the border |
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A girl with silver rings, I never knew her name |
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You're bound to lose, she's too much for you |
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She'll leave you lost some rainy morn, you won't be the same |
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You won't be the same |
