Fellow Fool

A picture of life: it looks like a dream

A picture of clouds, and she's the best one

The best of the clouds, the best I can deem

And all of my faculties are second to none

Give me your heart for a tune on a flute

If memory serves, you'd trust it to me

I'm living on light and the sound of a lute

And after it all would you still come to see

Well, it's a lonely life I lead. Calling out in ridicule

Calling out the rampant weed, would you be my fellow fool?

A picture of love be neat and benign

Working for nothing in the sweet summer air

And I think I'll be just fine

If you're still sitting there

Well, it's a lonely life I lead. Calling out in ridicule

Yeah, calling out the rampant weed, would you be my fellow fool?

Yeah, well, it's a lonely life I lead. Calling out in ridicule

Yeah, calling out the rampant weed, would you be my fellow fool?