Pretty Golden Hair
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โฑ๏ธ 3:38 duration
๐ ID: 29924022
๐ Lyrics
Born in England's pleasant green
Like a picture postcard scene
To childhood spread with fond maternal care
From the day that he was born
Proud relations came to fawn
And compliment his pretty golden hair
In boyhood sent away
To a boarding school to stay
Its crumbling proud traditions forced to bear
And his friends in this new world
Said he looks more like a girl
With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair
Fades secluded youth
Into manhood's search for truth
His mother's eyes now wet had turned to stare
For he said I must be bound
This day for London town
For I believe my fortune's waiting there
So like an eager cutting knife
He plunged in a new life
Oh never known beforehand anywhere
And the thought that he might trip
In his ignorance and slip
Never struck beneath his pretty golden hair
Ah the days soon grew thin
And boredom fast set in
His job was thrown away without a care
For a man who softly said
You'll earn twice as much instead
With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair
Well London town possessed
Of many a tempter's nest
And thus he fell with scarce another care
As so easily he slipped
Into prostitution's grip
Foundationed by his pretty golden hair
Ah but the years quickly flew
And his mind slowly grew
From early freedom into deep despair
As the money ceased to roll
A tired and lonely soul
Poured curses on his pretty golden hair
Ah the years stole their time
Now the living's hard to find
And early friends have vanished in the air
And the gay parties' ease
Changed to public lavatories
Have turned to grey his pretty golden hair
Oh his life was only used
And his body just abused
By those who never think and never care
But though his file said suicide
No, that wasn't why he died
It was murder by his pretty golden hair
Like a picture postcard scene
To childhood spread with fond maternal care
From the day that he was born
Proud relations came to fawn
And compliment his pretty golden hair
In boyhood sent away
To a boarding school to stay
Its crumbling proud traditions forced to bear
And his friends in this new world
Said he looks more like a girl
With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair
Fades secluded youth
Into manhood's search for truth
His mother's eyes now wet had turned to stare
For he said I must be bound
This day for London town
For I believe my fortune's waiting there
So like an eager cutting knife
He plunged in a new life
Oh never known beforehand anywhere
And the thought that he might trip
In his ignorance and slip
Never struck beneath his pretty golden hair
Ah the days soon grew thin
And boredom fast set in
His job was thrown away without a care
For a man who softly said
You'll earn twice as much instead
With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair
Well London town possessed
Of many a tempter's nest
And thus he fell with scarce another care
As so easily he slipped
Into prostitution's grip
Foundationed by his pretty golden hair
Ah but the years quickly flew
And his mind slowly grew
From early freedom into deep despair
As the money ceased to roll
A tired and lonely soul
Poured curses on his pretty golden hair
Ah the years stole their time
Now the living's hard to find
And early friends have vanished in the air
And the gay parties' ease
Changed to public lavatories
Have turned to grey his pretty golden hair
Oh his life was only used
And his body just abused
By those who never think and never care
But though his file said suicide
No, that wasn't why he died
It was murder by his pretty golden hair
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.80] Born in England's pleasant green
[00:13.96] Like a picture postcard scene
[00:16.85] To childhood spread with fond maternal care
[00:21.79] From the day that he was born
[00:23.79] Proud relations came to fawn
[00:26.23] And compliment his pretty golden hair
[00:33.61] In boyhood sent away
[00:35.46] To a boarding school to stay
[00:38.29] Its crumbling proud traditions forced to bear
[00:42.78] And his friends in this new world
[00:45.10] Said he looks more like a girl
[00:47.35] With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair
[00:54.91] Fades secluded youth
[00:57.12] Into manhood's search for truth
[00:59.60] His mother's eyes now wet had turned to stare
[01:04.12] For he said I must be bound
[01:06.33] This day for London town
[01:08.80] For I believe my fortune's waiting there
[01:15.43] So like an eager cutting knife
[01:18.36] He plunged in a new life
[01:20.91] Oh never known beforehand anywhere
[01:25.43] And the thought that he might trip
[01:27.72] In his ignorance and slip
[01:30.35] Never struck beneath his pretty golden hair
[01:37.52] Ah the days soon grew thin
[01:39.76] And boredom fast set in
[01:42.20] His job was thrown away without a care
[01:46.70] For a man who softly said
[01:48.86] You'll earn twice as much instead
[01:51.58] With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair
[01:58.99] Well London town possessed
[02:01.26] Of many a tempter's nest
[02:03.44] And thus he fell with scarce another care
[02:07.85] As so easily he slipped
[02:10.45] Into prostitution's grip
[02:13.04] Foundationed by his pretty golden hair
[02:22.08] Ah but the years quickly flew
[02:24.85] And his mind slowly grew
[02:27.41] From early freedom into deep despair
[02:32.48] As the money ceased to roll
[02:34.32] A tired and lonely soul
[02:36.82] Poured curses on his pretty golden hair
[02:44.15] Ah the years stole their time
[02:46.47] Now the living's hard to find
[02:48.88] And early friends have vanished in the air
[02:53.39] And the gay parties' ease
[02:55.89] Changed to public lavatories
[02:58.52] Have turned to grey his pretty golden hair
[03:05.72] Oh his life was only used
[03:07.99] And his body just abused
[03:10.29] By those who never think and never care
[03:14.80] But though his file said suicide
[03:17.60] No, that wasn't why he died
[03:21.67] It was murder by his pretty golden hair
[03:37.04]
[00:13.96] Like a picture postcard scene
[00:16.85] To childhood spread with fond maternal care
[00:21.79] From the day that he was born
[00:23.79] Proud relations came to fawn
[00:26.23] And compliment his pretty golden hair
[00:33.61] In boyhood sent away
[00:35.46] To a boarding school to stay
[00:38.29] Its crumbling proud traditions forced to bear
[00:42.78] And his friends in this new world
[00:45.10] Said he looks more like a girl
[00:47.35] With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair
[00:54.91] Fades secluded youth
[00:57.12] Into manhood's search for truth
[00:59.60] His mother's eyes now wet had turned to stare
[01:04.12] For he said I must be bound
[01:06.33] This day for London town
[01:08.80] For I believe my fortune's waiting there
[01:15.43] So like an eager cutting knife
[01:18.36] He plunged in a new life
[01:20.91] Oh never known beforehand anywhere
[01:25.43] And the thought that he might trip
[01:27.72] In his ignorance and slip
[01:30.35] Never struck beneath his pretty golden hair
[01:37.52] Ah the days soon grew thin
[01:39.76] And boredom fast set in
[01:42.20] His job was thrown away without a care
[01:46.70] For a man who softly said
[01:48.86] You'll earn twice as much instead
[01:51.58] With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair
[01:58.99] Well London town possessed
[02:01.26] Of many a tempter's nest
[02:03.44] And thus he fell with scarce another care
[02:07.85] As so easily he slipped
[02:10.45] Into prostitution's grip
[02:13.04] Foundationed by his pretty golden hair
[02:22.08] Ah but the years quickly flew
[02:24.85] And his mind slowly grew
[02:27.41] From early freedom into deep despair
[02:32.48] As the money ceased to roll
[02:34.32] A tired and lonely soul
[02:36.82] Poured curses on his pretty golden hair
[02:44.15] Ah the years stole their time
[02:46.47] Now the living's hard to find
[02:48.88] And early friends have vanished in the air
[02:53.39] And the gay parties' ease
[02:55.89] Changed to public lavatories
[02:58.52] Have turned to grey his pretty golden hair
[03:05.72] Oh his life was only used
[03:07.99] And his body just abused
[03:10.29] By those who never think and never care
[03:14.80] But though his file said suicide
[03:17.60] No, that wasn't why he died
[03:21.67] It was murder by his pretty golden hair
[03:37.04]