The Golden Boy

When I worked in the mill weavin' at the loom

I'd gaze absent minded at the roof

And half the time the shuttle o tangle in the threads

And the warp o get mixed with the woof

The golden boy



But somehow I ken see

Just exack'ly how I'd be



The golden boy

Time and again I would try to say

All I'd want you to know

The golden boy

Words wouldn't come in an easy way

Round in circles I'd go



Longing to tell you, but afraid and shy.

I'd let the golden chances pass me by.

Soon you'd leave me.

Off you would go in the mist of day.

Never, never to know,

The golden boy, the golden boy...



Longing to tell you, but afraid and shy

I'd let the golden chances pass me by



Soon you'd leave me.

Off you would go in the mist of day

Never, never to know

The golden boy

The golden boy