This ring used to be upon your finger
Hands that worked nearly all of your life
A gold band from a long time ago
As I look, I can still see you
In the North of England
So cold and grey
Winter sunsets over Ireland
That you watched in your youth
Down by the harbour 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 do with the rest of my days
But I wear this ring
Your face was like mine
And in the afternoons are too many children
Hanging out by the stove while you're baking
The only bread you knew by heart
Could only last another day or so
In the North of England
So cold and grey
Winter sunsets over Ireland
That you watched in your youth
Down by the harbour 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 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 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
Your faded limb
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
Awash with rain
When the moans of windswept moors
Would drift across the town
With your children all grown, you were never alone
Oh you, you always had someone
And this ring
And I carried it away
All the way to America
And I cannot say what I do with the rest of my days
But I wear this ring
All the way to America
All the way
And I wear this ring
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