King of Boys (Martin Steve)

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 Sold for English Pounds 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 Sold for English Pounds 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 Pound