Picture (A Little Girl) - Alan Hull

Golden hair, falling upon your face

Silent eyes, see nothing out of place

Have you secrets, no-one else could know

All your secrets, never let them go

You were wise, with the wisdom of a child

I am poor, but you make a poor man smile

Are you dreaming, I only wish I knew

All your dreaming, I wish it to come true

Instrumental: like verse (1 x)

I am mould, and I’m not sure what I’ve lost

I have paid but I’ve forgotten what it cost

You can escort me, anywhere you choose

I’ll not question