Rings of gra**, 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 gra**, 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 gra** 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 gra** turn brown in our hands When it's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone