by Eric Clapton
He gave to you a golden ring;
It made you happy, it made you sing.
And I played for you on my guitar;
It didn't last long, we didn't go far.
And though the times have changed,
Will the ties that bind remain the same?
You came around after a while;
Everyone said that I made you smile.
It all went well, and suddenly then
You heard that he would marry again.
Well I know that I have been here before;
I've trod on your wings, I've opened the door.
If I gave to you a golden ring
Would I make you happy, would I make you sing?