Called him poor boy
You took him for fun
He dressed for the tinkering trade

He dressed for the tinkering trade
Now the poor boy is taken away


No use waiting
Like a ghost in a dream
The world has no comfort to bring

The world has no comfort to bring
He left you, took everything


No use standing
Waving adieu
The penny won’t drop in your mind

The penny won’t drop in your mind
The old flame has left you behind


No use crying
In a room full of memories
You never will find yesterday

You never will find yesterday
And the poor boy is taken away