She takes her place in the courtyard
Along with the gardeners, she waits for the Queen
They deal themselves out before her
Hiding their faces, hiding their sheen

Sweet roses red you have painted
Don’t try to fool me, my senses are keen
This crime cannot go unpunished
“This is my judgement”, So says the Queen

When I see roses I see red
Off with their heads!
Off with their heads!
But in a moment she’ll forget
Forget that she said, “Off with their heads!”

She hides their fate, finds their fortune
Hide in this flowerpot, under the tree
The Queen will not here come upon you
It’ll be dark soon, then you can flee

Come to the ground to play croquet
A game you must savour; a game you must lose
Played with no rules, no decorum
The Queen’s invitation you cannot refuse

And if you win you will be dead
Off with your head!
Off with your head!
But in a moment she’ll forget
Forget that she said, “Off with your head!
Off with your head!”

Oh Cheshire Cat, how I missed you
Where have you been now? It’s been a while
Hiding yourself from the heartache?
Sometimes you’re a head now, sometimes just a smile

Cheshire Cat, where have you been?
Hiding in your trees of green?
Floating over land and sea?
Always there but seldom seen