Countries that know only the springtime
And you green fields, with your scent of hay Know
Ringo, with his angel face And the woman who was waiting for his return
Cross the canyons he laughed, down the valleys depth
And he left behind a river of blood
For his life was guided by a crude law
He only had a mind to get gold
Rivers, you know how is the story
And his laughing, 'twas a presage of death
Ringo had an angel face But whenever Ringo laughed, Ringo fired