He was, he was a friend of mine
He was, he was a friend of mine
Now he's dead he's and gone
This morning, my best friend
Lay still in his bed
His face like a jewel
And he was dead
He was, he was only six years old
He was, he was only six years old
So I've been told
He like to play games
Push me on the swings
Push me on the merry-go-round
Go round and round
Swing me, oh swing me, swing me all up and down
Spin me, oh spin me, spin me round and round
Till my feet touch the ground
He never was afraid
'Cause he was was brave and bold
And the only thing he ever asked for
Was a hand to hold
It makes no difference
Where he's from or where's he's bound
And it makes less difference
If he's lost or been found
He's dead and he's gone
But there is no power
Anywhere in this land
Like the voice that used to say
Will you hold my hand
There is a voice that rings loud throughout this land
There is a voice that speaks for the black and tan
And for all of man
It's young and it's old
It's brave and it's bold
It can't be bought or be sold
Just a hand to hold
