Another Sunday morning, another time to pray
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A brand new dress to wear and a doll to put away
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Another sermon, another hymn to sing
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And on her hand a golden ring
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On across the silent streets and to the church they came
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Sheltered by the heavy walls and painted windows stained
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Listenin' to the wisdom of the words the Bible told
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And on her hand a ring of gold
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Then the crackle and that clatter and the crinkle of the glass
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Fell upon the people from the power of blast
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The face of Jesus was crumbled into sand
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Nearby the gold ring on her hand
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Then a scream tore through the morning air and carried down the street
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Rage tore the hearts of men who leaped up to their feet
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Old men grew hard and the young men grew cold
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And on her hand a ring of gold
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Then the speeches of the sorrow flowed into the town
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And while the men were talking two more children were shot down
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For that's the way when the law don't mean a thing
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And on her hand a golden ring
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More than pity, more than anger, can you feel what has been done
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When hate can reach inside a church and mark the very young
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The young will bear the scars when they're growing in this land
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Rememberin' the gold ring on her hand
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Another Sunday morning, another time to pray
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A brand new dress to wear and a doll to put away
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Another sermon, another hymn to sing
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And on her hand a golden ring
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On Her Hand A Golden Ring
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| Phil Ochs |
