Great Big Sea - Company of Fools lyrics

rate me

Many a truest word

has been spoken by the Jester

Standing against the tide

Is the noblest of gestures

It's the little pearls of wisdom

That tumble from the light

That makes us laugh until we cry

Because we know that they are right

Within the strangest people

Truth can find the strangest home

So meet me in the village

Where all we idiots go

Bring on the Clowns

The Jokers and Buffoons

I've had the Time of my Life

And the Life of my Times

In the Company of Fools

I'm wading through the quicksand

In the gardens of the gentry

Blooming vacuity

Leaves mind and pockets empty

In the Social Order

I accept the bottom rung

Until the wine is pouring

And the Lord commands a song

Meet me at the staff door

When the posers all go home

We'll gather with the other Fools

And put on a proper show

So here's to the Poorest Poet

Who always pens the truth

Players Writers and Gypsies

The Minstrels and their tunes

I'd rather live an honest lifetime

With those with nothing to lose

Than waste a night

Knee deep in shite

That's polished slick

To look just right

I'd rather live a lifetime in the

Company of Fools

Within the strangest people

Truth can find the strangest home

So meet me in the village

Where all we idiots go