1-minute-plus instrumental)



The lord of the manor loves the upstairs maid

& I tend the flowers of the seeds he lays

His collar is velvet, his hands are real soft

She sleeps with the master, I'm awakened above

I wish in the bedrooms the sheets were all torn

I wish that the flowers would only grow thorns



(1-minute-plus instrumental)



The lord of the manor has a wife of gray

He pays the chauffeur to drive her away

The lord & my baby are upstairs alone

The one who could stop them is physically gone

I wish in the bedrooms the sheets were all torn

I wish that the flowers would only grow thorns



(instrumental, bass scat singing & "cha" whispers, fading out