Written by B. Braddock



In a pawn shop in Chicago on a sunny summer day

A couple gazes at the wedding rings there on display

She smiles and nods her head as he says, honey that's for you

It's not much but it's the best that I can do



With one tiny little stone

Waiting there for someone to take it home

By itself it's just a cold metallic thing

Only love can make a golden wedding ring



In a little wedding chapel later on that after noon

An old up right piano plays that old familiar tune

Tears roll down her cheeks and happy thoughts run through her head

As he whispers low with this ring I thee wed



With one tiny little stone

Shining ring - now at last it's found a home

By itself it's just a cold Thee thing

Only love can make a golden wedding ring



In a small two room apartment as they fight their final round

He says you won't admit it but I know you're leavin' town

She says one thing's for certain, I don't love you anymore

And throws down the ring as she walks out the door



With one tiny little stone

Cast aside - like the love that's dead and gone

By itself it's just a cold leaving thing

Only love can make a golden wedding ring



In a pawn shop in Chicago on a sunny summer day

A couple gazes at the wedding rings there on display