Songtext von Little Silver Ring

Little silver ring Growing old, watching silver turn to gold Snowing cold, why aren't you here for me to hold? In a dream somewhere finding my way home Then a change of scene The rest took place in Ancient Rome Was I a king? Pretty ladies all around I gave one a ring So satisfied in who we found Didn't make much sense But we loved to do our thing Behind her fence And behind her little silver ring That turned to gold That turned to gold Growing old, watching silver turn to gold Snowing cold, why aren't you here for me to hold Didn't make much sense But we loved to do our thing Behind her fence And behind her little silver ring That turned to gold That turned to gold