Mad John
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.
João Louco
Havia um velho que morava na floresta verde
ninguém sabia quem ele era ou o que tinha feito
mas as mães diziam para seus filhos: "Cuidado com o João Louco."
João cantava com os pássaros de manhã
ria com o vento no frio do fim da noite
mas as pessoas, atrás de suas cortinas, diziam que ele não era muito normal.
João tinha tudo sob controle, vivia como um vagabundo
sim, sua cama era fria e úmida, mas o sol era seu amigo
ele era livre
Então aqui estava um sábio que amava todos os haters
ele os amava tanto que o ódio deles se transformou em medo
e tremendo atrás de suas cortinas, os amados ouviam.
Composição: Marriott / Ronnie Lane / Steve Marriott