hawthorne

in the graveyard the hawthorne grove

and that's where i want to be

don't you follow me through the hawthorne

the cold wind blows freely and wild

like a human child

baah baah black sheep have you any wine?

baah baah black sheep have you any mind?

wine? mind? have you got it?

in the graveyard the senator sleeps

and he dreams of golden hinds

devilish delights

in his casket he dines on snails

centipedes and snails

tongues of nightinggales

baah baah black sheep have you any tea?

baah baah black sheep have you any for me?

baah baah black sheep have you any home?

yes sir

yes sir

where angels roam

home

mine

home