At Times The Fools Sing Freely

The circle, it is broken
And joined once with another
My softly singing brother
You've stole the crown of god

In silver light the night goes
Swimming through a meadow
The place of which is nowhere
A face that no one saw

At times the fools sing freely
Let them sing
Pray the people
They are wretched sometimes, yes
But rarer times, are quite profound

They do not bring us danger
Let them sing
Pray thе people
At times thе fools sing freely
With a foolish singing sound

They sing behind October
For there is no song before it
A ritual of flowers
In their hair and on their clothes

They ride the works of others
Collecting little tatters
And swallow it for keeping
Where nobody can go

At times the fools sing freely
Let them sing
Pray the people
They are wretched sometimes, yes
But rarer times, are quite profound

They do not bring us danger
Let them sing
Pray the people
At times the fools sing freely
With a foolish singing sound

And with a great amusement
The public laugh and howl
The brothers dance and twirl
Like dogs caught in a wheel

And when the evening closes
They lay in beds of clover
Heedless of their folly
The two dare not reveal

Let them sing "pray the people"
But rarer times, are quite profound
Let them sing "pray the people"
At times the fools sing freely
With a foolish singing sound