There are those who understand   That long before this all began   A hammer hit the nail with great sympathy      A clothespin hanging on the line   The cork that bottles up your wine   Strings that bowed in concert, make a symphony      And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things   And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things      There are those who know to look   Through all the crannies and the nooks   When I found you dear, what it meant to me      Book to shelf, and foot to shoe   And likewise I belong to you   My heart is pounding loud, just like a timpani      And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things   And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things   And oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh...   Oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things      And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things   And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things   And oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh...   Oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things