Before the world came to your door
And begged to be let in
You were a son and brother
With a very toothy grin
Attending school
In Liverpool
A Mersey river knight
You played guitar
In dingy bars
With pals into the night
The music – energetic
Personalities full of wit
Your fans were hip, eclectic
And you, a charming Brit
Everyone in England
Came to know your name and face
George! George! they cried
But your fame had not erupted yet
Here in the States
What a pleasure here to see you
As just an average Joe
With sis and bro and niece in tow
You hadn’t yet defined a generation
Or set our music on its ear
You could still escape the adulation
No urge yet to disappear
Twas the calm before the storm
Soon the path to your door,
Would be trod by many
And the price you’d pay
For that was plenty
But there in nineteen sixty three
Pre -insanity and -idolatry
You were just a 20 year old British boy
Visiting your sister
In Benton, Illinois
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