The French Girl Lyrics

thank you Cheryl for thge lyrics
Gene Clark The French Girl written by Ian Tyson
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Three silver rings on slim hands waiting
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
Made promises to meet again
But her friends down at the French caf
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
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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 at the French caf
Had no English words for me
From Gene Clark "Echoes"
Columbia Records