I Know a Jeweller

I, I know a jeweller

A very private man who doesn't claim to understand

The deed he does

If you ask him for the going price for gold

He'll look you in the eyes, till you know it's been sold

Make me ring for the one who is too afraid to try

And if she doesn't buy

I'll come knocking at your door, tonight

The jeweller hands are tender

And if you ask him for his name

He'll pretend not to hear

Make me ring for the one who is too afraid to try

And if she doesn't buy

I'll come knocking at your door, tonight

I, I know a jeweller

A very private man who doesn't claim to understand

But indeed he does

He is a very wealthy man