Words and music Robin Williamsson 1978 



I learned in school 

That I was mad if they were sane, you see 

They had to beat me black and blue 

They said it hurt them more than me 

But I learned who were my enemies 

and I learned who were my friends 

I learned to read between the lines 

When I was 10 

I´d do anything to get out of school 

Away from the teacher´s stick 

To shoot streetlamps with my slingshot 

Smoke cigarettes and get sick 

Steal apples in September 

Fight shadows in green June 

Or just sit and smell the burning leaves 

Of an autumns´s afternoon 

Of an autumns´s afternoon 



Once I met a mad girl 

As she came hopping through the furze 

Her clothes all stuck with fluff and stuff 

Bearded barley and bristly burrs 

and I was high among the branches green 

and she, she hadn´t seen me there 

As she went shuffling with her shadow 

and snatching at the air 

Wild weeds, wilting 

Were twined all in her curls 

and I could tell by her mad blue eyes 

She was a mad girl 

She was thin as any sparrow 

Her song it had no tune 

Just scuffling through the piney glades 

Of a summer´s afternoon 

Of a summer´s afternoon 



I came dropping through the branches down 

She started round in surprise and fear 

I don´t know what I had to say 

But something I knew she had to hear 

She picked up a piece of flint 

Drew back her arm and flung it high 

Not a bad throw that cut my cheek 

Just below the eye 

Mad girl, mad girl 

Before you ran away 

I knew you were as mad as me 

and as sane as a summer´s day 

Mad girl, mad girl 

We both were wrong again 

You took me for an anemy 

and I took you for a friend 

I took you for a friend