The Poor Boy Is Taken Away

Richard Thompson

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