Golden Ring

In a pawn shop in Chicago
On a sunny, summer day
A couple gazes, at the
Wedding rings, there, on display

She smiles, and nods her head
As he says, "Honey that's for you"
"It's not much, but it's the best that I can do"

Golden ring, with one tiny little stone
Waiting there, for someone to take it home
By itself, it's just a cold, metallic, thing
Only love, can make a golden wedding ring

In a little wedding chapel
Later on, that afternoon
An old upright piano
Plays, that old familiar tune

Tears, roll down her cheeks
And happy thoughts, run through her head
As he whispers low, "With this ring, I thee wed"

Golden ring, with one tiny little stone
Shining ring, now, at last, it's found a home
By itself, it's just a cold, metallic, thing
Only love, can make a golden wedding ring

In a small, two-room apartment
As they fight their final round
He says, "You won't admit it"
"But I know, you're leavin' town"

She says, "One thing's for certain"
"I don't love you anymore"
And throws down, the ring
As she walks out the door

Golden ring, with one tiny little stone
Cast aside, like the love, that's dead, and gone
By itself, it's just a cold, metallic, thing
Only love, can make a golden wedding ring

In a pawn shop, in Chicago
On a sunny, summer day
A couple gazes, at the
Wedding rings, there, on display
Golden ring