Bill Staines - The French Girl lyrics

Three silver rings on slim hands waving Flashed bright in candlelight on Sunday's early morn We found her room that rainy morning She took my hand through winding roads and led me home Some red French wine, when later waking In her warm hideaway, she laughed and combed her hair We talked of all, we talked of nothing I left with promises to meet, she told me where But she laughed each time I asked her name Vague promises to meet again But our friends down at the French café Had no English words for me So you may find, above the border A girl with silver rings, I never knew her name You're bound to lose, she's too much for you She'll leave you lost some rainy morn You won't be the same, you won't be the same