All things know all things grow.
...he came to my bed told me that my hair was red told me I was beautiful and came into my bed.
Oh I cut his hair myself one night a pair of dull scissors in the yellow light and he told me that I'd done alright and kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light.
Oh I cut his hair myself one night a pair of dull scissors in the yellow light and he told me that I'd done alright and kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light.