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