Hawthorn

Hawthorne white
 Hawthorne red
 hanging in the garden not my head
 tell me simple tell me true
 when winter comes what will i do
 i have a house with chimneys four
 with silver bells hung at my door
 a single heart and a single bed
 thats not enough the hawthorne said
 i have a lute and i have a lyre
 a nightengale to my tree is tied
 that bird looks sick the Hawthorne cried
 i have a horse with wings for feet
 i have a chicken each day to eat
 when i was born the church bells rang
 the Hawthorne's sang
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 that runs blood red round my bed head
 why's my heart as light as lead
 theres no love there the Hawthorne's said
 Hawthorne white
 hawthorn red
 hanging in the garden at my head
 tell me simple tell me true
 when winter comes what will i do?