Warth Lane - Alcatrazz

The 22nd of December

We were dressing up the tree

The radio was playing caroling

The music warm and comforting

Then there came a knock upon a door

Outside there stood a man in uniform

He asked me «Son are your parents in?»

A friend of yours has had an accident

He said I’ll speak to your mother and father

There are some things you shouldn’t hear

I left the room where they could speak to him

Why I should leave I wasn’t sure

Through the walls I heard my mother cry

«Oh my God, he’s just a little boy»

Someone found him high up in a tree

Hanging by his neck for all to see

Oh no, no, no, don’t leave us crying

Oh no, no, no, don’t leave us crying

We were the closest of young friends

Our thoughts and hopes, we shared together

He dreamed he’d race a thoroughbred

To ride that horse and be a winner

It couldn’t be, his body was too weak

The sickness that he had could take him down

He took his life before he died in pain

No, no, no, please, don’t leave us crying

No, no, no, no, don’t leave us crying

Oh no, no, no, don’t leave us crying, please

Oh no, no, no, you left us crying…