By Stephen Gray
Note: can be sung to the tune of that beautiful Irish love song “Mother Machree”
There’s a ring on my finger
That I’m calling my own
It’s worth fifty grand
And it’s not out on loan
There’s a ring in my pocket
That’s safe and secure
That I’m calling my own
For ever, ever more
There’s a ring that was stolen
But I’m not a thief
I only pocketed it
And that’s a relief
Sure I love it’s great beauty
And its sparkle so nice
Can stealing a ring
Be an unknown vice
I look at my hands
So pretty and fair
And I wonder out loud
“Does anyone care?”
The ring is gone now
It’s left me alone
Oh, I feel so lonely
Without my stone
Still never mind
I remember its aura
Too bad those premises
Had me on camera
Stephen Gray
April 23, 2004.
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