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 thinAnd 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 diedIt was murder by his pretty golden hair