Ralph McTell — Saucers Aquamarine

See that ring you're wearing Is it aquamarine blue? The colour of a pair of eyes Of someone that I knew The tint is that of honesty Its first impression cold It's setting best in silver Whilst diamonds must have gold The mystery of sapphires That must be telling lies The colour of spring water Held up to morning skies Hers could not imply the depth You find in darker eyes And from which well she drew such strength I only can surmise The water at the shoreline's edge Is of a lighter hue Belies the secrets of the dark Hidden in deeper blue No revelation to be gained Where the tiny fishes dart The steel imbedded in her soul The blade that missed her heart Fingers in the water Or sifting through the sand A splash of silver beads, a jewel Upon a sun-tanned hand Sea water, tears, aquamarine Can these words mean much more In glory of cathedrals Those eyes stared at the floor Whilst callused skin stone cool and pale Inside a velvet glove Hid chapped hands and broken nails The scars and grip of love The scars and grip of love