This is an ode to marriage. I wrote this song December 9, 2011 as a Christmas present for my parents. Here are the lyrics... One Christmas time we were listening to choirs of angels And you took a pretty little golden ring and slid it on my finger darling. Then sweet peas and cherry pies and honey butter and berry covered slices of homemade bread, and lemonade...all with you. And I'd spin my pretty little golden ring a rolling round my finger darling. We walked through fields of golden wheat, but then we walked through empty fields of burning heat, almost threw ourselves in the middle of the street feeling defeated. But we kept our pretty little golden rings still rolling round our fingers darling. They're getting bigger as we whither into old age, with the foliage of fuzzy thoughts and fuzzy spots in our memories. But even in our sunset of life... We've got our pretty little golden rings still rolling round our fingers darling... Oh my darling.
This is an ode to marriage. I wrote this song December 9, 2011 as a Christmas present for my parents.
ReplyDeleteHere are the lyrics...
One Christmas time we were listening to choirs of angels
And you took a pretty little golden ring and slid it on my finger darling.
Then sweet peas and cherry pies and honey butter and berry covered
slices of homemade bread, and lemonade...all with you.
And I'd spin my pretty little golden ring a rolling round my finger darling.
We walked through fields of golden wheat, but then we walked through empty fields of burning heat,
almost threw ourselves in the middle of the street feeling defeated.
But we kept our pretty little golden rings still rolling round our fingers darling.
They're getting bigger as we whither into old age, with the foliage of fuzzy thoughts and fuzzy spots in our memories. But even in our sunset of life...
We've got our pretty little golden rings still rolling round our fingers darling...
Oh my darling.