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The French Girl (Tyson/Fricker/adapted by Clark) Three silver rings on slim hands waving Flash bright in candlelight through sunday's early morn' We found a 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 She laughed each time I asked her name Vague promises to meet again But her friends down on 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 one rainy morn', you won't be the same She laughed each time I asked her name Made promises to meet again But her friends down on at the French cafe Had no English words for me Gene Clark "Echoes" 1991 Columbia Records Outtake from Gene Clark With The Gosdin Brothers 1966 |
Original Lyrics as performed by Ian and Sylvia 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 morn' You won't be the same You won't be the same |