Somewhere in a market square

The cobblestone still shine

Glassy eyes behold the sight

Through another cup of wine...

The one eyed jester skips and turns

As he makes his way through the crowd

While the tavern's royalty try not to laugh aloud...

The jester does another spin

And then falls to the floor

A show of hands, a short "Hurrah!"

A plea for him to do more...

The ease of laughter comes so fast when you're not in A jester's shoes

Cause when you've only Fools Gold, you've got nothing more to lose...

Who holds the riches

The jester or the king?

A fortress made from Fools 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 to 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...

While somewhere in a market square

The cobblestones still shine...