"The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return" There was a boy A very strange, enchanted boy They say he wandered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he And then one day

There was a boy, A very small enchated boy. They say he wandered very far, very far, Over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye, But very wise was he. And then one day. One magic day he came my way. And as we spoke of many things,

This story is about love The woman I loved is dead There was a boy A very strange enchanted boy They say he wandered very far Very far over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise, was he And then one day

Toy-like people make me boy-like I see myself in there upon my lover I found a reason I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my era so You lick a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy In the house of the rising sun There is a house in Sin City And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in Sin City

Is just to love and be loved in return" There was a boy... A very strange enchanted boy They say he wondered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he And then one day One magic day, passed my way

Born on the bayou Chasin' down a hoodoo there And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' Now, when I was just a little boy Standin' to my daddy's knee My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you Do what he done to me" 'Cause he'll get you 'Cause

But I was there when there was nobody home Please believe me when I say I dunno Gone for good, in fact, but what does it mean? Within a year they always sold and bought Yes, he wore a cowboy hat Each bone broken in his back All the money and all the gold

I'm drowning in the pain Breaking down again Looking for a lifeline Is there anybody out there? Can you pull me from this ocean of despair? When I was a boy I didn't care 'bout a thing It was me and this world and a broken dream

Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Well, we're good old boys, we come