Lyrics Louis' Fool - Beau
Once
many
years
ago
lived
an
old,
old
man
With
a
pointed
hat
and
a
gypsy
caravan
All
through
his
early
years
at
his
father's
knee
He
had
learned
his
trade,
certain
one
day
also
he
Would
be
a
fool
as
his
father
was
a
fool
As
his
grandfather
had
been
before
him
Always
a
fool,
with
the
tricks
and
with
the
songs
And
the
Ladies
of
the
Court
to
adore
him
So,
when
his
father
died
on
a
winter's
night
On
a
damp
bed
of
straw
in
the
dim
candlelight
There,
with
the
tricks
and
songs
so
an
oath
he
swore
Not
to
end
his
days
on
a
damp
bed
of
straw
He
would
be
a
fool
as
his
father
was
a
fool
As
his
grandfather
had
been
before
him
Always
a
fool,
with
the
tricks
and
with
the
songs
And
the
Ladies
of
the
Court
would
adore
him
He
took
his
tricks
and
songs
and
his
old
caravan
To
the
Courts
of
the
Barons
and
the
Lords
of
the
land
And
the
Ladies
laughed
at
the
antics
of
the
knave
And
he
ate
all
the
scraps
of
the
venison
they
gave
Oh,
he
was
such
a
fool
as
his
father
was
a
fool
As
his
grandfather
had
been
before
him
Always
a
fool,
with
the
tricks
and
with
the
songs
How
the
Ladies
of
the
Court,
they
adore
him!
So,
slow
did
his
great
fame
grow,
one
day
so
to
bring
All
his
tricks
and
songs
to
the
notice
of
the
King
"Sire,"
said
a
noble
Lord,
"you
should
see
the
clown
With
the
paint
upon
his
face
and
his
trousers
fallen
down!
Oh,
he's
such
a
fool
as
his
father
was
a
fool
As
his
grandfather
has
been
before
him
Always
a
fool,
with
the
tricks
and
with
the
songs
How
the
Ladies
of
the
Court,
they
adore
him!"
The
King
stamped
his
glee,
and
he
took
the
fool
along
To
the
palace
of
the
great,
where
the
jester
sang
his
songs
And
he
stayed
through
the
years
'til
his
eyes
were
growing
dim
And
the
King
knew
all
the
tricks
and
grew
tired
of
all
the
jokes
And
tired
of
him
He
said,
"You've
been
a
fool
as
your
father
was
a
fool
As
your
grandfather
has
been
before
you
Always
a
fool
with
the
tricks
and
with
your
songs
And
how
the
Ladies
of
the
Court,
they
adored
you
But
now
you're
growing
old,
your
tricks
are
growing
few
And
I
want
to
laugh
again
and
I
want
somebody
new."
"Sire,"
said
the
knave,
"don't
send
me
to
my
grave
I've
the
greatest
trick
of
all,
and
I've
made
it
just
for
you!
I
know
you've
heard
all
my
jokes
and
you've
heard
all
my
songs
But
Louis'
Fool
is
still
unique
Behold,
my
greatest
trick,
my
Lord!
I'll
teach
your
horse
to
speak!"
The
eyes
of
the
King
opened
wide,
and
he
readily
agreed
And
he
asked
of
the
fool,
was
there
anything
he'd
need?
"Sire,"
said
the
fool,
"'tis
Spring
'Til
Spring
returns
is
the
only
thing
For
in
that
year,
Sire,
you
may
die
Or
on
my
grave
might
even
walk
Or
even
this
world
might
cease
to
spin
And
even
the
horse
might
talk
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