Pretty golden hair

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's 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