An odd figure | |
Ancient, wondrous | |
Needs its vigour | |
To work his way yonder. | |
Where his gladness | |
Becomes sadness, | |
When his madness takes control | |
In this world where the starts are ends, | |
All chances are nothing but trends. | |
Where hazard rules, he is the world, | |
He is The Fool. | |
Wears a look of innocence | |
The energy is into motion | |
Following his inner sense | |
His north will be providence. | |
Takes a walk | |
Starting off his journey | |
Always forward looking | |
For his freedom. | |
He takes the life | |
As a gladless tourney | |
That he must confront | |
By going on and on. | |
In this world where the starts are ends… |
An odd figure | |
Ancient, wondrous | |
Needs its vigour | |
To work his way yonder. | |
Where his gladness | |
Becomes sadness, | |
When his madness takes control | |
In this world where the starts are ends, | |
All chances are nothing but trends. | |
Where hazard rules, he is the world, | |
He is The Fool. | |
Wears a look of innocence | |
The energy is into motion | |
Following his inner sense | |
His north will be providence. | |
Takes a walk | |
Starting off his journey | |
Always forward looking | |
For his freedom. | |
He takes the life | |
As a gladless tourney | |
That he must confront | |
By going on and on. | |
In this world where the starts are ends |
An odd figure | |
Ancient, wondrous | |
Needs its vigour | |
To work his way yonder. | |
Where his gladness | |
Becomes sadness, | |
When his madness takes control | |
In this world where the starts are ends, | |
All chances are nothing but trends. | |
Where hazard rules, he is the world, | |
He is The Fool. | |
Wears a look of innocence | |
The energy is into motion | |
Following his inner sense | |
His north will be providence. | |
Takes a walk | |
Starting off his journey | |
Always forward looking | |
For his freedom. | |
He takes the life | |
As a gladless tourney | |
That he must confront | |
By going on and on. | |
In this world where the starts are ends |