Fool's Gold - Blackmore's Night

Somewhere in a market square

The cobblestone still shine

Glassy eyes behold the sight

Through another cup of wine

One eyed jester skips and turns

As he makes his way through the crowd

While the tavern’s royalty try not to laugh aloud

Jester does another spin

Then falls to the floor

A show of hands, a short «Hurrah!»

A plea for him to do more

Ease of laughter comes so fast

When you’re not in a 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?

Who holds the riches

The jester or the king?

A fortress made from fool’s 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 a 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

The harlequin rushes in as his work begins for the day

While somewhere in a market square

The cobblestones still shine