Polish up the bar, tidy up the room Down at the hotel, busy with the broom Looking out the door, seeing them arrive Both of them so young, and so much alive. Like kids hand in hand as they strolled round the fair Their skin was like gold in the sweet summer air They asked for a room, they say: not for long I know from their eyes that something is wrong. Oh, the room was so bare, so narrow the bed of the only room free, but then nothing was said. As I gave them the key, her smile was so glad And it made me feel bad, it made me feel bad. Lying hand in hand, that's how they were found So we laid them both gently in the ground Me, I've seen it all, and I've had it rough Why am I in tears? Hoped that I was tough. Their faces so calm on the pillow so wet Too tender, too young to be lost in the night His hand on her breast, as she lay by his side A golden head breeze and his fairytale bride. One menage so sweet, an affair of the heart And so cruel of this world to tear them apart. As I sweeped out the room of that girl and her lad Well, it makes me feel bad, it makes me feel bad.