A String Of Pearls

Deborah conway A long time ago when my mother's hands were all my world She taught me everything there was To know about holding and being held Like a grain of sand in on oyster shell The seed of knowledge grows The small thing becomes a pearl At the tender age when everything is unfamiliar I can remember all the rough play princess and the wild crusader Never too shy for a mission of discovery I learnt about the well of my curiosity Some wear their heart on their sleeve Some wear the patience of saints Some wear the weight of the world on their shoulders I just wear my string of pearls My string of pearls The first time that i really fell in love I gave half my heart away and taking care of half of his Proved we were old enough All of those teenage radio songs About romance that lasts forever Well i found out they'd got it wrong Waiting for gurus or gypsies or gods Under these burning clouds Searching for comfort above When i joined a band to be a rock 'n' roll star I tasted how sweet it was to be the girl that everybody wanted Playing in their bar Spotlights shine on me 'Cos when the party s over You're just a waste of electricity I got a life i guess it suits me pretty well I gotta crawl down narrow alleyways To heaven or stroll boulevards to hell Bead by bead of wisdom and poetry At the blind paths and avenues Dimly lit by my rosary Some wear a crown of thorns Some wear out their welcome But somewhere over the rainbow I will wear my string of pearls My string of pearls I will wear my string of pearls