Текст песни
Not only this old ring; I wear it in the man I am,
In every little thing, in the way I learn forgiveness,
In the prayers I whisper above.
Death may have taken you from my arms,
But I still wear your love.
I remember growing older with your fingers wrapped in mine.
Silver slowly touched your hair,
But you grew more beautiful with time.
I love the girl I married.
I love the girl I married.
In every little thing, in the way I learn forgiveness,
In the prayers I whisper above.
Death may have taken you from my arms,
But I still wear your love.
I remember growing older with your fingers wrapped in mine.
Silver slowly touched your hair,
But you grew more beautiful with time.
I love the girl I married.
I love the girl I married.