Born in England's pleasant green, like a picture scene To childhood spread fond maternal care the day that he was born, proud relations came to fawn And compliment his golden hair
In boyhood sent away to a boarding to stay It's crumbling proud forced to bear And his friends in new world said, he looks more like a girl With blue eyes and pretty golden hair
secluded youth Into search for truth His eyes now wet had turned to stare For he said I must be
This day for London For I my fortune's waiting there So, like an eager knife He in a new life
Ohh, never known anywhere And the thought he might trip In his and slip Never beneath his pretty golden hair
Ahh, the days soon thin and boredom fast set in His job was thrown away without a For a man who softly said, you'll earn twice as instead With those eyes and pretty golden hair
Well, London town possessed of many a nest And thus he fell scarce another care As so easily he into prostitution's grip Foundationed by his pretty golden
Ahh, but the years quickly flew and his slowly grew From early freedom into deep As the money ceased to roll. a tired and lonely Poured on his pretty golden hair
Ahh, the years their time, now, the living's hard to find And friends have vanished in the air And the gay parties's changed to public lavatories turned to grey his pretty golden hair
Ohh, his life was only used and his just abused By who never think and never care But his file said suicide, no, that wasn't why he died It was by his pretty golden hair