Out by the old oak tree, where we promised we'd be true,
With a borrowed dress of white and scuffed-up leather boots,
You slipped a golden band, tender on my hand,
Simple vows in the moonlight, guided by command.

That lonesome hollow church, with dusty pews aligned,
Preacher's solemn words, "Til the end of time,"
Families gathered 'round, joy in every face,
In the warmth of the evening, we found our sacred place.

This wedding ring, a circle of love,
Through highs and lows, fits like a glove,
In fields of green or skies of gray,
We'll chase forever, come what may.

Morning coffee sips, your laugh across the room,
Children's sleepy dreams, our love all in bloom,
Wrinkles near our eyes, from years we've come so far,
This ring a silent promise, like the North Star.

Through storms that pelt the roof, and sunshine on the shore,
Through every twist and turn, I just love you more,
The ring stays constant gold, though times may test our might,
In the darkest midnight, you're my guiding light.

This wedding ring, a circle of love,
Through highs and lows, fits like a glove,
In fields of green or skies of gray,
We'll chase forever, come what may.