A String of Pearls - 1989 Remastered

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