The Small Faces - Mad John lyrics

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There was an old man who lived in the greenwood

nobody knew him or what he had done

but mothers would 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.