Under The Olive Tree

The Fool

Twas then that I began

To play the fool

For all reason was abandoned

Good and Evil were embraced

So answer not the fool

Lest thou be just like him

For folly has an end

As the darkness yields to dawn

The sun will rise

The seeds will grow

We’ll reap a mighty harvest

Then we will be moving on

A fool to be a pilgrim?

You’re a fool to chase the wind.

For a Prince, it’s unbecoming

And your foolishness is sin.

So answer not the fool

Lest thou be just like him

For folly has an end

As the darkness yields to dawn

The sun will rise

The seeds will grow

We’ll reap a mighty harvest

Then we will be moving on

I will play the fool tomorrow

And again in days to come

I’m The Fool - you can’t ignore me

With all I’ve said and done

So answer not the fool

Lest thou be just like him

For folly has an end

As the darkness yields to dawn

The sun will rise

The seeds will grow

We’ll reap a mighty harvest

Then we will be moving on.