
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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