Blacksheep Boy

Here I am back home again.
And i’m here to rest.
And everyone asks where i’ve been, knowing i’ve been west.
I’m the families unarmed boy.
Golden curls of envied hair.
Pretty girls, with faces fair.
See the shine in the blacksheep boy.
And if you love me you’ll let me live in peace, and please understand that the
blacksheep can wear the golden fleece and hold the winning hand.
And i’m the families unarmed boy.
Golden curls of envied hair.
Pretty girls, with faces fair.
See the shine in the blacksheep boy.