King Of Boys

On a hill in Mold, North Wales
Sightings of a ghostly boy
Clad in gold glittering in the moonlight

King of boys your grave's been robbed
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You can't wear your gold cape anymore
You don't roam the hillside like before

They took everything you had
And they left you cold like that

Long ago they stole a boy from the moonlight

King of boys your grave's been robbed
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You can't wear your gold cape anymore
You don't roam the hillside like before

King of boys your grave's been robbed
Sold for English Pounds