Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Out in the sun playing at the ball
In the world of a child with no cares at all
My friend said, "Let's play hide and seek
Close your eyes and promise that you'll never peek
Close your eyes, count to a hundred"
One to a hundred I counted slow
But I never did find where my friend did go
Mum said she heard the other day
Your friend has gone so far away
Close your eyes, count to a hundred
Soon comes the morning with the rising sun
Playing at the ball, I'd just begun
"Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, have no fear"
Sang a voice I knew, ringing in my ears
Close your eyes, count to a hundred
"Why don't you come and play
Come play hide and seek
In the depth of the Quarry woods
You'll never find me there
Come catch me if you can
Come and catch me if you can"
She will ask when I get home
"What have you done today my son?"
"Playing at the ball on the corner street
With my friend I was out playing hide and seek"
Close your eyes, count to a hundred
Close your eyes, count to a hundred
One to a Hundred was written by Bert Jansch.