The White Stripes — Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn" by The White Stripes.
Lyrics
Singin' li de li de li, oh, oh Well, a li de li de li, oh Li de li de li, oh, oh, oh Well, a li de li de li, oh Well, the hills are pretty and rollin'
But the thorn is sharp and swollen
And the man plays a beautiful whistle
But he wears a prickly thistle
Singin' li de li de li, oh, oh Well, a li de li de li, oh Li de li de li, oh, oh, oh Well, a li de li de li, oh The silver birches pierce through an icy fog
Which covers the ground most daily
And the angels which carry St. Andrew high
Are singing a tune most gaily
Singin' li de li de li, oh, oh Well, a li de li de li, oh Li de li de li, oh, oh Well, a li de li de li, oh One sound can hold back a thousand hands
When the pipe blows a tune forlorn
And the thistle is a prickly flower
Aye, but how it is sweetly worn
Singin' li de li de li, oh, oh Well, a li de li de li, oh Li de li de li, oh, oh Well, a li de li de li, oh Li de li de li, oh, oh Well, a li de li de li, oh Li de li de li, oh, oh Well, a li de li de li, oh