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I once thought I did know all about it
Since the rain falls, the wind blows and the sun shines
Don't You know that your creator is running out of ideas

I know that I might die from poison
Invisible hanging there in the sunlight
And don't you know that your creator is running out of ideas

If I was you I'd be friendly to your neighbour
Be glad that he don't wanna be your enemy
For don't you know that your creator is running out of ideas.

Bert Jansch, guitar & vocals
Danny Thompson, bass
Terry Cox, drums
Duffy Power, harmonica
Shel Talmy, production