Mister Thomas Lyrics

A friend who's got daisies in his pocket
Mister 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
Mister Thomas remains at home
When other people go to church
In his dust book the foam, brown his tin
ships always a merge

Mister Thomas gives in his papers
But to me good news
When the hills do glitter the river
Where the gems can choose

My grand uncle
When he sees him say "he's crazy" and starts to grin
My little Lady poor Mc Kendall say's "his head is made of straw".

Mister Thomas gives in his papers
But to me good news
When the hills do glitter the river
Where the gems can choose

I know there one scarecrow keeper
Is quite eager do you know why?
All the bleu birds from the river
On his top that gobbling fly.

Mister Thomas gives in his papers
But to me good news
When the hills do glitter the river
Where the gems can choose

I like to be the bounty clown
Who seems so glad in his watch
I would be a race around him
So I could walk his path

Mister Thomas gives in his papers
But to me good news
When the hills do glitter the river
Where the gems can choose

(Merci à Linda Lawrence pour cettes paroles)