Joy is like the ring

You put the ring on my finger, Joy is like the ring.

Laughter runs across my pane,
Slips away and comes again.
Joy is like the ring.

I saw clouds upon a mountain, Joy is like a cloud.
Sometimes silver, sometimes gray,
Always sun not far away.
Joy is like a cloud.

I saw you in wind and thunder, you are tried by storm.
You asleep within my boat,
Whipped by wind, yet still afloat,
You are tried by storm.

You put the ring on my finger, Joy is like the ring.
Bit by bit that our love grows, never it will overflow.
Joy runs in the ring.