Born in England's green, like a picture postcard scene To childhood spread fond maternal care From the day that he was born, proud came to fawn And compliment his pretty hair
In sent away to a boarding school to stay It's proud traditions forced to bear And his friends in this new world said, he looks more like a With those eyes and pretty golden hair
secluded youth Into search for truth His mother's eyes now wet had turned to For he I must be bound
This day for town For I believe my fortune's waiting So, like an eager knife He plunged in a new
Ohh, never known beforehand And the thought he might trip In his ignorance and struck beneath his pretty golden hair
Ahh, the days grew thin and boredom fast set in His job was away without a care For a man who softly said, you'll earn as much instead With those blue eyes and pretty golden
Well, London town possessed of many a tempters And thus he fell with scarce care As so easily he slipped prostitution's grip Foundationed by his pretty golden
Ahh, but the years quickly flew and his mind grew From early into deep despair As the money ceased to roll. a and lonely soul Poured curses on his pretty golden
Ahh, the years stole their time, now, the living's hard to And early friends vanished in the air And the gay ease changed to public lavatories Have turned to grey his pretty golden
Ohh, his life was only used and his body just By those who think and never care But though his file said suicide, no, wasn't why he died It was by his pretty golden hair