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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
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?
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