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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


From Gene Clark "Echoes" 1991
Columbia Records
 

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