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