There was an old man who lived in the
greenwood
nobody knew him or what he had
done
but mothers words say to their
children beware of Mad John.
John would sing with the birds in the
morning
laugh with the wind in the cold end
of night
but people from behind their
curtains, said he's not quite right.
John had it sussed he was living the life of a
tramp
yes his bed was the cold and the damp
but the sun was his friend
he was free
So here was a wise one who loved all
the haters
he loved them so much that their
hate turned to fear
and shaking from behind
their curtains the loved ones would hear.
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