Golden Hair
writer: Wayne Taylor
publisher - Raincoe Music LLC, BMI
I must go and serve my country dear
I must bid you a farewell
let me kiss the hand of the one that i love
or'e the seven seas I will sail
Will you cut me a lock of your golden hair
with your hands as soft as the snow
I will dream of the time when I hold you again
when the evening sun sinking low
If the waves get angry and start to moan
if I'm tossed the depths of the sea
I will hold your hair next to my heart
that is where I will always will be
Will you cut me a lock of your golden hair
with your hands as soft as the snow
I will dream of the time when I hold you again
when the evening sun sinking low
if I set my feet on foreign soil
and the battle lights up the sky
say a prayer my dear to keep me safe
say a prayer so I won't die
Will you cut me a lock of your golden hair
with your hands as soft as the snow
I will dream of the time when I hold you again
when the evening sun sinking low
when the evening sun sinking low