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