The evening is red the sheep will be pleased
The folk are inside and eating their teas
Now it's up to you and all down to will
Remember the mongrel that lived on the hill

Well many true word is spoken in jest
And many lie too and Bristol lies west
And too many crooks is better than one
The words go in deep and sticks and stones bounce

Who left that man out on the table
Roll up roll up window cleaners
What a big man he must have been
Leaves turn to brown when the summers over
Hedgehog he wakes up after winter
Talk to yourself don't talk to me, to me

A handful of love a handful of luck
Be ready to run be ready to duck
The table is laid the oven is on
The people are fed the hunger is gone

Who left that man out on the table
Roll up roll up window cleaners
What a big man he must have been
Hedgehog he wakes up after winter
Big blackbird waits at the window
Talk to yourself don't talk to me
Dead fish go floating down the river
Leaves turn to brown when the summers over
No place no place here for dreamers
Talk to yourself don't talk to me, to me