Rings Of Brass Shel Silverstein

Rings of grass and crowns of flowers
They're gone, gone, gone, gone
Furs that are woven of whispering hours
Gone, gone, gone, gone

She's gone away where the rings are real
And the furs have warmth that a woman can feel
Round and round, round goes the wheel
And she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

Rings of grass and crowns of flowers
They're gone, gone, gone, gone
Castles of sand with sea shell towers
Gone, gone, gone, gone

She's gone away where the dreams are small
But the castles are rock and they never fall
And left me here to live among all
That is gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

Rings of grass, oh, why do they die away?
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Whispering hours - oh, where do they fly away?
Gone, gone, gone, gone

And where is the wisdom to understand
That years will crumble our castles of sand
And the flowers and grass turn brown in our hands
When it's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone?