Testo Mad John

There was an old man who lived in the green wood
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