This Ring

This Ring

This ring used to be upon your finger
Hands that worked nearly all of your life
Gold band from a long time ago
As I look I can still see you

In the north of England
So cold and grey
When the sun sets over Ireland that you watched in your youth
Down by the harbor where the boats come in
And you, you were married so young

With this ring, and I carried it away
All the way to America
And I cannot say what I'll do with the rest of my days
But I where this ring

Her face was like mine
In the afternoons were too many children
hanging out by the stove while you're baking
The only bread you knew by heart
That only left another day or so

In the north of England
So cold and grey
When the sun sets over Ireland that you watched in your youth
Down by the harbor where the boats come in
And you, you were married so young

With this ring, and I carried it away
All the way to America
And I cannot say what I'll do with the rest of my days
But I wear this ring, and I carried it away
All the way to America
And I cannot say what I'll do with the rest of my days
But I wear this ring

This ring makes me remember
How I held you, and your hand grasped mine with feeling, and you said
I'm tired, I'm tired of lying in this bed
Having said that you left in your sleep

In the north of England
Washed with grey
In the moment of wind-swept moors that drift across the town
With your children all grown, and never alone
And you, you always had someone

With this ring, and I carried it away
All the way to America
And I cannot say what I'll do with the rest of my days
But I wear this ring,
All the way to America
All the way
But I wear this ring