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    "Pretty golden hair" Lyrics

    Al Stewart

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    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
    This song was submitted on February 20th, 2006 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Alistair Ian Stewart.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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