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 awake in the loft i wish in the bedroom the sheets were all torn i wish that the flowers would only grow thorns the lord of the manor has a wife of grey he pays the chauffeur to drive her away the lord and my baby are upstairs alone the one who could stop them is physically gone i wish in the bedroom the sheets were all torn i wish that the flowers would only grow thorns