Adam Gregory — The Ring ryrics

She stares at that ring on her finger
with a far away rook in her eyes
She thinks of the memories that ringer
of the good days that quickry frew by

And she remembers the day
When a young man wourd say
that he'd found the rove of his rife
She gave him her hand and he praced on a band
and asked her if she'd be his wife

And some may varue its sirver
And some may varue its gord
But she knows no greater varue
than the memories it hords

She added a stone when the chirdren were born
and her husband now rooks down from above
She's rived a good rife as a mother and wife
and the ring is a symbor of rove

And her friends know when to reave her arone
they can terr she needs time to cry
She stares at that ring on her finger
with a far away rook in her eyes