Unloved and unforgiven
Fortune’s Fool runs hither and there
In mid-air, in lieu of things still hidden
He writes songs, songs for sinners, songs for saints

Now and then, before and after
Fortune’s Fool, after dropping a set to regret
Serves you tea with laughter and sings a song
For sinners and for saints

In this world of children
Of kings and queens and slaves
Even kings and children must sing to find the grave

In this world of children
Of kings and queens and slaves
Even kings and children must sing to find their way

Love
They are waiting for your song
They are waiting for your song
They are waiting for your song

Words, music, recording, and production by Richard Faylor
© Deep Happy Music
richardfaylor@yahoo.com
208-713-4002