If it wasn't for your golden hair
I would not be belonely
If it wasn't for your golden hair
I would not be alone

If it wasn't for your piercing stare
I would not be belonely
If it wasn't for your piercing stare
I would not be alone

I would not waltz in a widow's line
What was yours would not be mine
If it wasn't for your golden hair
I would not be alone

You courted me with princely airs
Said you'd love me only
Kiss the ribbons in my hair
Said [bad word] and fly

Flower of the Calvary
You swept me off my saddle
Lifted me into your life
soldier's wife was I

You marched proudly for the horn
I prayed for your swift return
I waited for you so forlorn
'Ere to be alone
I longed for you, I longed to die
I was so belonely
The pillow's bare by my side
And yet I shall abide

For heaven has aset for me [bad word] for eternity
So kiss the ribbons in my hair
Say [bad word] and fly

If it wasn't for your golden hair
I would not be alonely
If it wasn't for your golden hair