And hides its head;
A little wind suddenly
Breathes, and is dead.
Slowly and slowly
Dawns the new day....
What's become of John boy?
No one can say.
Some think that John boy
Is lost on the hill;
And hides its head;
A little wind suddenly
Breathes, and is dead.
Slowly and slowly
Dawns the new day....
What's become of John boy?
No one can say.
Some think that John boy
Is lost on the hill;