King Of Boys - Steve Martin/Edie Brickell

作词：Steve Martin/Edie Brickell

作曲：Steve Martin/Edie Brickell

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