Hawthorne

Lyrics

In the graveyard, the hawthorn grows And that's where I want to be Don't you follow me Through the hawthorn, 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 any? In the graveyard, the senator sleeps And he dreams of golden heights And devilish delights In his casket, he dines on snails Centipedes and snails The tongues of nightingales 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 the angels roam Home, my home