Born in pleasant green, like a picture postcard scene To childhood spread with fond maternal From the day that he was born, proud relations to fawn And compliment his pretty golden
In boyhood sent away to a boarding school to It's crumbling proud forced to bear And his friends in this new world said, he looks like a girl With those blue and pretty golden hair
Fades secluded Into manhood's for truth His mother's eyes now wet had to stare For he I must be bound
day for London town For I my fortune's waiting there So, an eager cutting knife He in a new life
Ohh, never known anywhere And the thought that he might In his and slip Never struck beneath his pretty golden
Ahh, the days soon grew thin and boredom set in His job was thrown away a care For a man who softly said, you'll earn twice as much With those blue eyes and golden hair
Well, London town possessed of a tempters nest And thus he fell with scarce care As so he slipped into prostitution's grip Foundationed by his pretty hair
Ahh, but the quickly flew and his mind slowly grew From early freedom into deep As the ceased to roll. a tired and lonely soul Poured curses on his golden hair
Ahh, the stole their time, now, the living's hard to find And friends have vanished in the air And the gay parties's ease to public lavatories Have turned to grey his pretty golden
Ohh, his life was used and his body just abused By those who never think and care But though his file said suicide, no, that wasn't why he It was by his pretty golden hair