The Man Who Knows That What He Knows Is Nowt

At the bottom of a pile of nothing You might find that special something That engraves itself into your brain And takes you by the hand down lesson lane Like at the top of the mountains is the start of the sky At the root of the problem is a reason why If you focus on forget-me-nots You're far less fussed by parting shots The man who knows that what he knows is nowt Is the man to trust the words that he has spoke To proclaim to possess A knowledge in which all should invest Is no more a mystery Than a towering false economy Just like throwing caution to the wind Allow self-righteousness to rescind Sometimes you're better off as he Who finds bliss in simplicity The man who knows that what he knows is nowt Is the man to trust the words that he has spoke When the crow caws Or loneliness comes to tea Or death's knocking at your door You might make mates with Mr. Misery The man who knows that what he knows is nowt Is the man to trust the words that he has spoke The man who knows that what he knows is nowt Is the man to trust the words that he has spoke