Five Golden Bands

Yeah, mm-hmm

First ring for the promise that we made in the cold

Second for the stories that we never had told

Third ring for the fire keeping shadows away

Fourth for the silence at the end of the day

But the fifth ring,

yeah the fifth ring's for gold

A heavy weight that we can't quite hold (oh-oh-oh) Five rings on

a trembling hand

Bound to a promise we don't understand

We spent our winters building castles of stone

Thinking five heavy bandings could make us a home

Now they weigh on the fingers,

they pull at the wrist

Just a glittering trap in the morning-time mist

But the fifth ring,

yeah the fifth ring's for gold

A heavy weight that we can't quite hold (oh-oh-oh) Five rings on

a trembling hand

Bound to a promise we don't understand

One, two,

three, four

Laying them down on the wooden floor

But that fifth one

keeps shining through the dark

Five

rings... (just five rings)