Diamond Rings

Pearls, diamond rings, gold and mehr,
I know, I'll never want them.
Jewels, platinum charms, silk and fur,
I know, I'll never own them.

They hurt you, those diamond rings,
They drag you down.
They tempt you, those platinum charms,
They drag you down.

Trees, open fields, babbling brooks,
I know, I'll always want them.
Birds, free to fly, animals shy,
I know, I'll always love them.

They take you, to another time,
They bring you round.
They take you, those harvest fields,
They bring you to ground.

Listen to the music:
Diamond Rings
1988 - 2:39 - BM154

Special Guests Jules Buckingham on flute and Pete Giles on guitar

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© John Buckingham 1988