Three silver rings  On slim hands waving  Flash bright in candle light  Till 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 smiled 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 her friends down at the French cafe  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 morning  You won't be the same  You won't be the same