The Gold Claddagh Ring Lyrics

	作词 : Stewart, Stewart
	It being a fine morning, this young man he chose
	That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes

	And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes
	To give her a token of his love, we suppose

	"Mary, oh Mary, if I could be your man
	Between you and danger I fearlessly would stand

	With this gold claddagh ring on your lily-white hand
	Oh, there ne'er was another would dress you so grand."

	There's no sun in summer there's no flowers in spring
	Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.

	"Johnny, oh Johnny the ring it is of gold
	And it's hands and fine heart, they are lovely to behold

	But if I had the ring for one evening to hold
	Then you shall have my answer e'er the week shall be old."

	"Oh why have the weeks gone and not an answer came ?
	And why is it that women are smarter than men ?

	Oh the girl's kept the ring which I shall ne'er see again
	Oh, she has many like it in a fine box at hame."

	There's no sun in summer there's no flowers in spring
	Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.

	It being a fine morning, this young man he chose
	That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes

	And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes
	To give her a token of his love, we suppose

	There's no sun in summer there's no flowers in spring
	Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
	Oh, her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.

	zuo ci : Stewart, Stewart
	It being a fine morning, this young man he chose
	That he' d make occasion to wear his fine clothes

	And it' s down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes
	To give her a token of his love, we suppose

	" Mary, oh Mary, if I could be your man
	Between you and danger I fearlessly would stand

	With this gold claddagh ring on your lilywhite hand
	Oh, there ne' er was another would dress you so grand."

	There' s no sun in summer there' s no flowers in spring
	Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.

	" Johnny, oh Johnny the ring it is of gold
	And it' s hands and fine heart, they are lovely to behold

	But if I had the ring for one evening to hold
	Then you shall have my answer e' er the week shall be old."

	" Oh why have the weeks gone and not an answer came ?
	And why is it that women are smarter than men ?

	Oh the girl' s kept the ring which I shall ne' er see again
	Oh, she has many like it in a fine box at hame."

	There' s no sun in summer there' s no flowers in spring
	Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.

	It being a fine morning, this young man he chose
	That he' d make occasion to wear his fine clothes

	And it' s down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes
	To give her a token of his love, we suppose

	There' s no sun in summer there' s no flowers in spring
	Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
	Oh, her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.

	zuò cí : Stewart, Stewart
	It being a fine morning, this young man he chose
	That he' d make occasion to wear his fine clothes

	And it' s down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes
	To give her a token of his love, we suppose

	" Mary, oh Mary, if I could be your man
	Between you and danger I fearlessly would stand

	With this gold claddagh ring on your lilywhite hand
	Oh, there ne' er was another would dress you so grand."

	There' s no sun in summer there' s no flowers in spring
	Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.

	" Johnny, oh Johnny the ring it is of gold
	And it' s hands and fine heart, they are lovely to behold

	But if I had the ring for one evening to hold
	Then you shall have my answer e' er the week shall be old."

	" Oh why have the weeks gone and not an answer came ?
	And why is it that women are smarter than men ?

	Oh the girl' s kept the ring which I shall ne' er see again
	Oh, she has many like it in a fine box at hame."

	There' s no sun in summer there' s no flowers in spring
	Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.

	It being a fine morning, this young man he chose
	That he' d make occasion to wear his fine clothes

	And it' s down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes
	To give her a token of his love, we suppose

	There' s no sun in summer there' s no flowers in spring
	Her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.
	Oh, her hands hold my heart like the gold claddagh ring.

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