Bombadil
One More Ring
My room is a museumA lifetime of my workI am the last MohicanI stand proud although I’m hurtKeep a cup of secretsFrom which I never drinkI am an ancient kingWho sits proud but never thinksSo if I find one more ring of yours mixed up among my thingsI just might sell all my belongings to make sure I’ve cut all my stringsAnd if I find one more note crumpled up inside my coatI’m moving back to Carolina where I’ll live out on the coastI have a box of trinketsI count them one by oneEach one is a keepsakeFrom a war that I have wonI have a daily scheduleComfortable routineWatch months roll by with pleasure like girls walking down the streetBut if I find one more ring of yours mixed up among my thingsI just might sell all my belongings to make sure I’ve cut all my stringsAnd if I find one more note crumpled up inside my coatLetras de cancionesI’m moving back to Carolina where I’ll live out on the coastI’ve lost all my ambitionCould’ve settled for lessIf I can’t have you I don’t care about the restSo if I find one more ring of yours mixed up among my thingsI just might sell all my belongings to make sure I’ve cut all my stringsAnd if I find one more note crumpled up inside my coatI’m moving back to Carolina where I’ll live out on the coastAnd if I find one more strand of black hair under my night stand..
From Letras Mania