The necklace broke into bits br The beads scattering on the floor br Now that is a bit of jewellary br I will not wear any more br br I wore at my wrist glass bangles red and gold br But they fell onto the ground br Shattered and scattered, those bits of glass br With just a faint tinkling sound br br At my ears I wore that piece of gold br You know the ones I was given long ago br Those earrings I will hide away br Those earrings I will never forego.