Fool's Gold

Somewhere in a market square
The cobblestone still shine
Glassy eyes behold the sight
Through another cup of wine
One eyed jester skips and turns
As he makes his way through the crowd
While the tavern’s royalty try not to laugh aloud
Jester does another spin
Then falls to the floor
A show of hands, a short «Hurrah!»
A plea for him to do more
Ease of laughter comes so fast
When you’re not in a jester’s shoes
'Cause when you’ve only fool’s gold
You’ve got nothing more to lose
Who holds the riches
The jester or the king?
A fortress made from fool’s gold
Or the tears that treasure can bring?
Who holds the riches
The jester or the king?
A fortress made from fool’s gold
Or the tears that treasure can bring?
The king he sits upon his throne
The worlds weight on his chest
When your mind begins to race
You’ve got no time a rest
«Where is my clown?
I need him now, to take my troubles away»
The harlequin rushes in as his work begins for the day
The harlequin rushes in as his work begins for the day
While somewhere in a market square
The cobblestones still shine