Annett Louisan - Silver Lady lyrics

The lady who works at the silver store Is polishing cases of gla** She brushes black velvet Straightens still more And waits while the people all pa** The lady who works at the silver store Is gazing out onto the street Her heels on thick carpet Her eyes on the poor As the balance on fragile feet Jewelry from Arabia and African lands The riches of Asian and Mexican hands They will dazzle the hearts of the merchants of dreams And bond so much more than they seem The lady who works at the silver store Unmoved by the world out there Some sell her their lives Some buy her dreams While everyone longs for her care