Gold Wedding Ring
Peggy Lee, Harry Sukman
I met my love in the days of the spring
Summer, he gave me a gold wedding ring
Autumn, he built me a house made of stone
Winter, he left me to live there alone
I'll bank the fires from the dark bogs of Pete
Love's full of waiting and love's bittersweet
Spring will be coming and brooks they will sing
I'll still be wearing my gold wedding ring
