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 travern'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 sit 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...