One More Ring Songtext
von Bombadil

My room is a museum
A lifetime of my work
I am the last Mohican
I stand proud although I′m hurt
Keep a cup of secrets
From which I never drink
I am an ancient king
Who sits proud, but never thinks

And if I find one more ring of yours mixed up among my things
I just might sell all my belongings to make sure I've cut all my strings
And if I find one more note crumpled up inside my coat
I′m moving back to Carolina where I'll live out on the coast
Live out on the coast


I have a box of trinkets
I count them one by one
Each one is a keepsake
From a war that I have won
I have a daily schedule
Comfortable routine
Watch months roll by with pleasure
Like girls walking down the street

But if I find one more ring of yours mixed up among my things
I just might sell all my belongings to make sure I've cut all my strings
And if I find one more note crumpled up inside my coat
I′m moving back to Carolina where I′ll live out on the coast

I've lost all my ambition
Could′ve settled for less
If I can't have you I don′t care about the rest

So if I find one more ring of yours mixed up among my things
I just might sell all my belongings to make sure I've cut all my strings
And if I find one more note crumpled up inside my coat
I′m moving back to Carolina where I'll live out on the coast
And if I find one more strand of black hair under my nightstand