Ian & Sylvia
French Girl lyrics
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
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