Fool's Gold

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 world's 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... --- Fool's Gold - Rainbow and Blackmore's Night