On Her Hand A Golden Ring Lyrics - Phil Ochs

Another sunday morning, another time to pray 

A brand new dress to wear and a doll to put away 

Another sermon, another hymn to sing 

And on her hand a golden ring 

On across the silent streets and to the church they came 

Sheltered by the heavy walls and painted windows stained 

Listenin' to the wisdom of the words the Bible told 

And on her hand a ring of gold 

Then the crackle and that clatter and the crinkle of the glass 

Fell upon the people from the power of blast 

The face of jesus was crumbled into sand 

Nearby the gold ring on her hand 

Then a scream tore through the morning air and carried down the street 

Rage tore the hearts of men who leaped up to their feet 

Old men grew hard and the young men grew cold 

And on her hand a ring of gold 

Then the speeches of the sorrow flowed into the town 

And while the men were talking two more children were shot down 

For that's the way when the law don't mean a thing 

And on her hand a golden ring 

More than pity, more than anger, can you feel what has been done 

When hate can reach inside a church and mark the very young 

The young will bear the scars when they're growing in this land 

Rememberin' the gold ring on her hand 

Another sunday morning, another time to pray 

A brand new dress to wear and a doll to put away 

Another sermon, another hymn to sing 

And on her hand a golden ring