Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn Lyrics - Under Great White Northern Lights - The White Stripes

Singin li de li de li, oh, oh 

Well, a li de li de li, oh 

Li de li de li, oh, oh, oh 

Well, a li de li de li, oh 

Well, the hills are pretty and rollin' 

But the thorn is sharp and swollen 

And the man plays a beautiful whistle 

But he wears a prickly thistle 

Singin li de li de li, oh, oh 

Well, a li de li de li, oh 

Li de li de li, oh, oh, oh 

Well, a li de li de li, oh 

The silver birches pierce through an icy fog 

Which covers the ground most daily 

And the angels which carry St. Andrew high 

Are singing a tune most gaily 

Singin li de li de li, oh, oh 

Well, a li de li de li, oh 

Li de li de li, oh, oh 

Well, a li de li de li, oh 

One sound can hold back a thousand hands 

When the pipe blows a tune forlorn 

And the thistle is a prickly flower 

Aye, but how it is sweetly worn 

Singin li de li de li, oh, oh 

Well, a li de li de li, oh 

Li de li de li, oh, oh 

Well, a li de li de li, oh 

Li de li de li, oh, oh 

Well, a li de li de li, oh 

Li de li de li, oh, oh 

Well, a li de li de li, oh