In the quiet alleyway in the dim moonlight br Some mother's young daughter she died over-night br From a drug overdose friendless and alone br Found in a disused factory doorway cold and lifeless as a stone. br br She was only nineteen so young for one to die br When the cold winds of Winter blew across the darkened sky br With hardly any shelter to shield her from the cold br Some are born to die young some die gray and old. br br Some broken hearted mother is in tears today br For her beautiful daughter who died in such a tragic way br The baby she gave birth to who suckled from her breast br 'Tis not her fault she died in this way for her she did her best. br br Some mother's young daughter in a morgue today br In a disused factory doorway she died where she lay br Life for her may have been different had she not kept bad company br But easily said on hindsight how things might have been for such as she. br br Some mother's young daughter is beyond all care br With the gleam of youth still in her golden hair br In a dimly lit alleyway in the cold night air br She did not return from the brink of despair.