Lord of the Manor

The lord of the manor loves the upstairs maid And 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 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 --- Lord of the Manor - The Everly Brothers