Song parody of
Rings of Grass
by Shel Silverstein
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Rings of grass and crowns of flowers -
They're 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 warmth that a woman can feel.
Round and round . Round goes the wheel.
And she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
Rings of grass and crowns of flowers -
They're gone, gone, gone, gone.
Castles of sand with sea shell 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 grass, oh, why do they die away?
Gone, gone, gone, gone.
Whispering hours - oh, where do they fly away?
Gone, gone, gone, gone.
And where is the wisdom to understand
That years will crumble our castles of sand
And the flowers and grass turn brown in our hands.
When it's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone?
Rings of grass and crowns of flowers -
They're 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 warmth that a woman can feel.
Round and round . Round goes the wheel.
And she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
Rings of grass and crowns of flowers -
They're gone, gone, gone, gone.
Castles of sand with sea shell 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 grass, oh, why do they die away?
Gone, gone, gone, gone.
Whispering hours - oh, where do they fly away?
Gone, gone, gone, gone.
And where is the wisdom to understand
That years will crumble our castles of sand
And the flowers and grass turn brown in our hands.
When it's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone?
