Gb _ _ _ _
Eb _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ In a pawn shop in Chicago on a sunny summer day,
Bb a couple gazes at the
Eb wedding rings their own display.
She smiles and nods her head as he says, Honey, that's for you.
It's not much, but it's
Bb the best that
Eb I can do.
_ Golden ring, with one tiny little stone,
Bb waiting _ there for
Eb someone to take it home by itself.
It's just a cold, macabre thing, only love can make
Bb a golden
Eb wedding ring.
_ _ _ _ In a little wedding chapel later on that afternoon,
Bb an old upright piano plays
Eb that old familiar tune.
Tears roll down her cheeks and happy thoughts run through her head.
As he whispers, Lo,
Bb with this ring
Eb I'll be wed.
_ .
Golden ring, with one tiny little stone,
Bb shining ring, now
Eb at last it's found a home by itself.
It's just a cold, macabre thing, only love can make
Bb a golden wedding
Eb ring.
_ _ .
E _ _ In a small two room apartment as they fight, _ he
B says, You won't admit it, but
E I know you'll leave in town.
She says one thing's for certain, I don't love you anymore, and throws down the ring
B as she walks
E out the door.
_ Golden ring, with one tiny little stone, cast
B _ _ aside, like
E the love that's dead and gone, by _ itself.
It's just a cold, macabre thing, only love can make a
B golden wedding
E ring.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
In a pawn shop in Chicago, on a sunny summer day,
B a couple gazes at the wedding
Gbm rings there on
E display.
_ _ _ .
Golden ring.
_ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .