And his laughin' was a presage of death

Countries, that know only the springtime
And your green fields, with your scentin' of hay
Know Ringo, with his angel face
And a woman, who was waitin' for his return

Cross the canyons he laughed
Down the valley the death
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 history
And his laughin' was a presage of death
Ringo, had an angel face
But whenever Ringo laughed,
Ringo fired

Ringo had an angel face

But whenever Ringo laughed,
Ringo fired