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