You sealed my faith with a ring of pure gold
What a fancy piece to wear in the cold
For when my bones are brittle and age old
I can but only find some peace in you
And when our children's children hear our tale
The ants would dance at tender skin so pale
Beyond the mountains and the rivers sail
Their fantasies filled with youth's majesty
And the gold ring my only daughter bore
For in the winter night's it hold the cure
And when her tender heart it reassures
The loving man besides her stirs in bed
He senses the devilry of the ring
It made me kill my man that wretched thing
