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Louis' Fool

This song is by Beau and appears on the compilation album Edge Of The Dark: Unreleased Recordings 1972 - 1985 (2009).

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 till 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. Till 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...

Ha ha ha...

Written by:

C J T Midgley