Somewhere in a market square
The cobblestones 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 the 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?