Fool S Gold Chords & Lyrics - Blackmore's Night
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[Am]Somewhere [D]in a [G]market [Am]square
The [F]cobble[G]stones still [Am]shine
[Am]Glassy [D]eyes be[G]hold the [Am]sight
Through [F]another [G]cup of [Am]wine...
The [C]one eyed [G]jester [C]skips and [G]turns
As he [Dm]makes his [F]way through the [E]crowd
[Am]While the [D]tavern's [G]royalty [Am]try
[F]not to [G]laugh [Am]aloud...
The jester does another spin
And then falls to the floor
A show of hands, a short "Hurrah!
A plea for him to do more...
The ease of laughter comes so fast
when you're not in the jester's shoes
Cause when you've only Fools Gold
you've got nothing more to lose...
® [Dm]Who [G]holds the [C]ri[Am]ches
The [Dm]jester [G]or the [C]king?
A [Dm]fortress [G]made from [C]Fools [Am]Gold
Or the [F]tears that treasure can [E]bring?
[SOLO]
® Who holds…
The king he sits upon his throne
The worlds weight on his chest
When your mind begins to race
you've got no time to rest
Where is my clown? I need him now
to take my troubles away...
The harlequin rushes in as
his work begins for the day...
The harlequin rushes in as
his work begins for the day...
While somewhere in a market square
The cobblestones still shine...
The [F]cobble[G]stones still [Am]shine
[Am]Glassy [D]eyes be[G]hold the [Am]sight
Through [F]another [G]cup of [Am]wine...
The [C]one eyed [G]jester [C]skips and [G]turns
As he [Dm]makes his [F]way through the [E]crowd
[Am]While the [D]tavern's [G]royalty [Am]try
[F]not to [G]laugh [Am]aloud...
The jester does another spin
And then falls to the floor
A show of hands, a short "Hurrah!
A plea for him to do more...
The ease of laughter comes so fast
when you're not in the jester's shoes
Cause when you've only Fools Gold
you've got nothing more to lose...
® [Dm]Who [G]holds the [C]ri[Am]ches
The [Dm]jester [G]or the [C]king?
A [Dm]fortress [G]made from [C]Fools [Am]Gold
Or the [F]tears that treasure can [E]bring?
[SOLO]
® Who holds…
The king he sits upon his throne
The worlds weight on his chest
When your mind begins to race
you've got no time to rest
Where is my clown? I need him now
to take my troubles away...
The harlequin rushes in as
his work begins for the day...
The harlequin rushes in as
his work begins for the day...
While somewhere in a market square
The cobblestones still shine...
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