Fairport Convention Follow

Beautiful dreamer lays in her bed;
Wonderful visions go round in her head.
Her father has told her
The stories of old;
Of princes, and ladies, and diamonds and gold.

Chorus:
Lets take a photograph, pictures don’t lie:
Her long hair so golden, the blue of her eye.

She taunts and she teases
The boys in her school;
They don’t understand,
They don’t know her rules.

Soon she’ll be leaving,
To get on a train,
With a mirror, and make up,
For fortune and fame.

Lets take a photograph, pictures don’t lie:
Clutching her suitcase, she waves us goodbye.

He comes from the shadows,
With a gleam in his eye:
And a golden medallion your money can’t buy.
He takes her to Soho,
And he takes her up West,
He fills her with lines she’s rehearsed all the best…

Now I’ll give you diamonds,
And I’ll give you gold:
You’ll live the stories your father has told.
So he gives her the diamonds,
That she sniffs from a spoon,
And he leaves her on satin,
In some darkened room

So the boys can take photographs, pictures don’t lie:
You’ll never leave here, don’t even try.

So she looks at the river,
So deep and so cold,
Just one more victim,
The diamonds and gold,
Just one more victim,
The diamonds and gold.