Born in England's pleasant green, like a picture scene To childhood spread with fond care From the day that he was born, relations came to fawn And compliment his golden hair
In boyhood sent to a boarding school to stay It's crumbling traditions forced to bear And his friends in this new world said, he more like a girl With those blue eyes and pretty golden
secluded youth Into manhood's for truth His mother's eyes now wet had turned to For he said I must be
day for London town For I believe my waiting there So, an eager cutting knife He plunged in a new
Ohh, never known beforehand And the thought that he might In his and slip Never struck beneath his pretty hair
Ahh, the days soon grew thin and boredom set in His job was thrown without a care For a man who softly said, earn twice as much instead With those blue eyes and golden hair
Well, London town of many a tempters nest And thus he fell with another care As so easily he slipped into prostitution's Foundationed by his pretty hair
Ahh, but the years quickly flew and his slowly grew From early into deep despair As the money to roll. a tired and lonely soul curses on his pretty golden hair
Ahh, the years stole their time, now, the living's hard to And friends have vanished in the air And the gay parties's ease to public lavatories turned to grey his pretty golden hair
Ohh, his life was only used and his body abused By those who think and never care But though his said suicide, no, that wasn't why he died It was by his pretty golden hair