(S. Silverstein)



Rings of grass, crowns of flowers

Gone, gone, gone, gone

Furs that are woven of whispering hours

Gone, gone, gone, gone



She's gone away where the rings are real

And the furs have a warmth that a woman can feel

And 'round and 'round, around goes the wheel

And she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone



Rings of grass, crowns of flowers

Gone, gone, gone, gone

Castles of sand with seashell towers

Gone, gone, gone, gone



She's gone away where the dreams are small

But the castles are rock and they never fall

And left me here to live among all

That is gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone



Rings of grass why do they die away?

Gone, gone, gone, gone

Whispering hours where do they fly away?

Gone, gone, gone, gone



And where's the wisdom to understand

That years will crumble all castles of sand

And the flowers and grass turn brown in our hands

When it's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone



(c) 1984 Tro Essex Music Ltd.