Treasure Island

John Garth Raubenheimer

(21/12/1947 / Johannesburg)

Beautiful Hair


Saw a woman carrying flowers
Beautiful Oh Beautiful
Looked again she wasn't there
tear out my curly hair
The flowers came from Amsterdam
Beautiful Oh Beautiful
By wings by wheels by sea by air
tear out my curly hair
By sweat & honour we built our town
Beautiful Oh Beautiful
Hours up ladders falling down stairs
tear out my curly hair
I saw a baby being born
Beautiful Oh Beautiful
In a cold prison I was there
tear out my curly hair
Children are always asking WHY?
Beautiful Oh Beautiful
We have to tell them life's unfair
tear out my curly hair
Heaven calls I've been reborn
Beautiful Oh Beautiful
But I'm still here to share a prayer
Help me keep my mother's curly hair

Submitted: Friday, June 27, 2014
Edited: Friday, June 27, 2014

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