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