The Girl With the Golden Hair

I long for the girl with the golden hair.
Her open arms relieve my pain.
For only she can see my cares.

At home I sit and weep on the stair
Until my cheeks bear my tears' wet stain,
and I long for the girl with the golden hair.

Together we make quite the pair,
Many of our thoughts and actions the same,
and only she can see my cares.

When we are together men with envy stare,
For she is abeauty and I am plain.
Oh, I long for the girl with the golden hair.

She fills me with light of hapiness fair,
and from my sould removes all strain,
For only She can see my cares.

And when I am wrinkled with worry and care,
And my mobility relies on a cane,
I will long for the girl with the golden hair,
For only she can see my cares.