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

That's 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

There's 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