Wedding Ring

Beware

Of young girls

Who come to the door

Wistful and pale

Of twenty and four

Delivering daisies

With delicate hands



Beware

Of young girls

Too often they crave

To cry

At a wedding

And dance

On a grave



She was my friend

My friend

My friend

She was invited to my house

Oh yes

She was

And though she knew

My love was true

And

No ordinary thing

She admired

My wedding ring

She admired

My wedding ring



She was my friend

My friend

My friend

She sent us little silver gifts

Oh yes

She did

Oh what a rare

And happy pair

She

Inevitably said

As she glanced

At my unmade bed

She admired

My unmade bed

My bed



Beware

Of young girls

Who come to the door

Wistful and pale

Of twenty and four

Delivering daisies

With delicate hands

Beware

Of young girls

To often they crave

To cry

At a wedding

And dance

On a grave



She was my friend

My friend

My friend

I thought her motives were sincere

Oh yes

I did

Ah but this lass

It came to pass

Had 

A dark and different plan

She admired

My own sweet man

She admired

My own sweet man



We were friends

Oh yes

We were

And she just took him from my life

Oh yes

She did

So young and vain

She brought me pain

But

I'm wise enough to say

She will leave him 

One thoughtless day

She'll just leave him

And go away

Oh yes



Beware

Of young girls

Who come to the door

Wistful and pale

Of twenty and four

Delivering daisies

With delicate hands



Beware

Of young girls

To often they crave

To cry

At a wedding

And dance

On a grave



Beware of young girls

Beware of young girls

Beware