Mister Thomas şarkı sözleri

A friend who's got daisies in his pocket Mr. 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 Mr. Thomas remains at home When other people go to church In his dust booked the phone Round it's edge things always emerge Mr. Thomas isn't newspaper But to me good news When the hills do glitter the river Where all things can choose My grand uncle when he sees him says He's crazy and starts to grin My lil' lady Prue McKinball says His head is made of straw Mr. Thomas isn't newspaper But to me good news When the hills do glitter the river Where all things can choose I know there's one arms corps keeper Is quite eager, do you know why? All the blue birds from the river On his top hat gobble and fly Mr. Thomas isn't newspaper But to me good news When the hills do glitter the river Where all things can choose I like to be the bounty clown Who seems so glad in his watch I would be always around him So I could walk his path Mr. Thomas isn't newspaper But to me good news When the hills do glitter the river Where all things can choose