Текст песни The Samples - Little Silver Ring
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Growing old, wathing silver turn to goldSnowing cold, why aren`t you here for meto hold?In a dream somewhere finding my way homeThen a change of sceneThe rest took place in Ancient RomeWas I a king?Pretty ladies all aroundI gave one a ringSo satisfied in who we foundDidn`t make much senseBut we loved to do our thingBehind her fenceAnd behind her little silve ringThat turned to gold That turned to goldGrowing old, watching silver turn togoldSnowing cold, why aren`t you here for meto holdDidn`t make much senseBut we loved to do our thingBehind her fenceAnd behind her little silver ringThat turned to goldThat turned to gold