Cut It Deeper in the Gold

Eh-eh-eh
Forever mine

Grandma's ring in a matchbox
Wrapped in her old blue scarf
I took it down to Balogun
To the jeweller in the back
Alhaji held it to the light
Said, "The words are almost gone"
Inside the gold, so faint
Two words I've heard my whole life long

Grandpa said them at the altar
Fifty-two years ago
Now it's my turn to say them
And I want her to know

Forever mine (forever mine)
Cut it deeper in the gold
Forever mine (forever mine)
Make it last till we are old

Eh-eh-eh, forever mine
Eh-eh-eh, one more time

Alhaji said, "Come back on Friday"
Charged me half, he saw my face
Friday he had the ring in velvet
And a second line engraved
Under "Forever mine" in old letters
Newer letters, clean and bright
"Forever yours", for her side
So the promise works both ways

Grandpa said them at the altar
Fifty-two years ago
Now it's my turn to say them
And I want her to know

Forever mine (forever mine)
Cut it deeper in the gold
Forever mine (forever mine)
Make it last till we are old

On one knee by her mama's gate
Neighbours pretending not to look
She read the ring, then read it again
And said, "Your grandma's words? Then yes"

Forever mine (forever yours)
Cut it deeper in the gold
Forever mine (forever yours)
We'll keep it shining when we're old

Forever mine
Forever yours