歌詞
I once thought I did know all about it
The wind blows, the rain falls, and the sun shines
Don't you know that your creator is a'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 a'running out of ideas?
If I was you I'd be friendly to your neighbour
Be glad that he don't want to be your enemy
For don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas?
Written by: Bert Jansch
