Jingle jangle

Jingle jangle,
my love wears silvery bangles.
She likes to wander
and that’s why I’m under
the spell of her jingle jangle.

We used to cry
on each other’s shoulder.
Now that I’m older,
she wanders ahead.

Now that she’s found love,
I still hear the sound of
silvery bangles,
remain in my head.

Jingle jangles,
my love wears silvery bangles.
She used to wander
and that’s why I’m under
the spell of her jingle jangle