Fool

We are not superstitious men

We would prefer coincidence

To be thought to be the cause

Of these untimely incidents

But on Sunday, the master's fool

Took off his cap, his bells, his shoes

Saying he would go to school

To learn the ways of other men

Oswald the Smith has not returned

To see which way the world has turned

Oswald the Smith has not returned

To see which way the world has turned

Close the shutters and bar the door

Cover your eyes, the fool has come

Midas' ears and feet of straw

To see the setting of the sun

And if Lucy was not too old

She would have died to see him born

So that then when she was cold

Put out the fire to keep him warm

Oswald the Smith has not returned

To see which way the world has turned

Oswald the Smith has not returned

To see which way the world has turned

We are not pessimistic men

But should the fool find means and ways

We have sounds for sightless eyes

Burnt at the stake on Saturdays

Oswald the Smith has not returned

To see which way the world has turned

Oswald the Smith has not returned

To see which way the world has turned