intro
1.
| G | C | G | ||
| Love | is a | bur | ning | thing |
| D7 | G | ||
| and it makes a | fire | ry | ring. |
| C | G | ||
| Bound by | wild | des | ire |
| D7 | G | ||
| I fell into a | ring | of | fire. |
chorus
| D7 | C | G | ||
| I | fell into a | bur | ning ring of | fire. |
| D7 | ||
| I went | down, | down, down |
| C | G | ||
| and the | flames | went | higher. |
| And it burns, burns, burns, |
| D7 | G | ||
| the | ring | of | fire, |
| C | G | ||
| the | ring | of | fire. |
intro
× 2
chorus
2.
| G | C | G | |||
| The | taste | of | love | is | sweet |
| D7 | G | |
| when hearts like | ours | meet. |
| C | G | ||
| I fell for you | like | a | child. |
| D7 | G | ||
| Oh, but the | fire | went | wild. |
Repeat
chorus indefinately,
just a little too often
outro
| G | |
| And | it burns, burns burns. |
| D7 | G | ||
| The | ring | of | fire. |
| D7 | G | ||
| The | ring | of | fire. |