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 of gold
He’ll look you in the eye
‘Til he knows that you’ve been sold

Make me a 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’s hands
Are clean and bare
And if you ask him for his name
He’ll pretend not to hear

Make me a 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’s a very wealthy man