“There was a wise man who lived in the deep woods,
Nobody knew him or what he had done,
People would say in their houses,
“Beware of Mad John”.
John? He would sing with the birds in the morning,
Laugh with the wind in the cold end of night.
People from be-hind their curtains said,
“He’s not quite right.”
John, he had it sussed,
He lived the life of a tramp.
His bed cold and damp,
But the sun was his friend…
He was free….
Here was the wise man who loved all the others.
Loved them so much that their love turned to fear
(Loved them so much that their hate turned to fear?)
And creeping be-hind their curtains
The loved ones would sneer.
John he had it sussed..etc…”