Mad John Lyrics - Small Faces

There was an old man who lived in the greenwood 

Nobody knew him or what he had done 

But mothers would say to their children, beware of mad John 

John would sing with the birds in the morning 

Laugh with the wind in the cold end of night 

But people from behind their curtains, said he's not quite right 

John had it sussed, he was living the life of a tramp 

Yes, his bed was the cold and the damp but the sun was his friend 

He was free 

So here was a wise one who loved all the haters 

He loved them so much that their hate turned to fear 

And shaking from behind their curtains the loved ones would hear