Mister Thomas

A friend who's got daisies in his pocket

Mr. Thomas owns a red bike

And his heart flies like a kite

He gives a coin to the children,

Who play war with wooden guns

Mr. Thomas remains at home

When other people go to church

In his dust booked the phone

Round his things she'd always merge

Mr. Thomas gives in his papers

But to me good news

When the hills do glitter the river

Where all jinns can choose

My grand uncle when he sees him says:

"He's crazy"... and starts to grin

My lil' lady Prue Mc Kinball... says:

"His head is made of straw"

Mr. Thomas gives in his papers

But to me good news

When the hills do glitter the river

Where all jinns can choose

I know there's one arms corps keeper

Is quite eager, do you know why?

All the blue birds from the river

On his top hat gobble and fly

Mr. Thomas gives in his papers

But to me good news

When the hills do glitter the river

Where all jinns can choose

I like to be the bounty clown

Who seems so glad in his watch

I would be always around

Him so I could walk his path

Mr. Thomas gives is his papers

But to me good news

When the hills do glitter the river

Where all jinns can choose