Gold-haired poor boy, you took him for fun
He dressed for the tinkering trade
He dressed for the tinkering trade
Now the poor boy is taken away
No use waiting like a ghost in a dream
The world has no comfort to bring
The world has no comfort to bring
He left you to get everything
No use standing, waving adieu
The penny won’t drop in your mind
The penny won’t drop in your mind
The old flame’s left you behind
No use crying in a room full of memories
You never will find yesterday
You never will find yesterday
And the poor boy is taken away