The Jeweller - Remastered
The jeweler has a shop
On the corner of the boulevard
In the night, in small spectacles
He polishes old coins
He uses spit and cloth and ashes
He makes them shine with ashes
He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes
The coins are often very old
By the time they reach the jeweler
With his hand and ashes
He will try the best he can
He knows that he can only shine them
Cannot repair the scratches
He knows that even new coins have scars
So he just smiles
He knows the use of ashes
Dum da-da-da di-di-di-di
He worships God with ashes
Dum da-da-da di-da-di-di-di-di
In the darkest of the night
Both his hands will blister badly
They will often open painfully
And the blood flows from his hands
He works to take from black coin faces
Thumbprints from so many ages
He wishes he could cure the scars
When he forgets, he sometimes cries
He knows the use of ashes
Dum da-da-da di-di-di-di
He worships God with ashes
Dum da-da-da di-da-di-di
He knows (he knows the use of ashes)
He knows
He knows (he worships God with ashes)
He knows
He knows (he knows the use of ashes)
He knows (dum da-da-da di-di)
He knows (he worships God with ashes)
He knows (dum da-da-da di-di)
He (he knows the use of ashes)
He (dum da-da-da di-di)
(He worships God with ashes)
On the corner of the boulevard
In the night, in small spectacles
He polishes old coins
He uses spit and cloth and ashes
He makes them shine with ashes
He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes
The coins are often very old
By the time they reach the jeweler
With his hand and ashes
He will try the best he can
He knows that he can only shine them
Cannot repair the scratches
He knows that even new coins have scars
So he just smiles
He knows the use of ashes
Dum da-da-da di-di-di-di
He worships God with ashes
Dum da-da-da di-da-di-di-di-di
In the darkest of the night
Both his hands will blister badly
They will often open painfully
And the blood flows from his hands
He works to take from black coin faces
Thumbprints from so many ages
He wishes he could cure the scars
When he forgets, he sometimes cries
He knows the use of ashes
Dum da-da-da di-di-di-di
He worships God with ashes
Dum da-da-da di-da-di-di
He knows (he knows the use of ashes)
He knows
He knows (he worships God with ashes)
He knows
He knows (he knows the use of ashes)
He knows (dum da-da-da di-di)
He knows (he worships God with ashes)
He knows (dum da-da-da di-di)
He (he knows the use of ashes)
He (dum da-da-da di-di)
(He worships God with ashes)
Credits
Writer(s): Tom Rapp
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