Sweet the words of wisdom lie
Upon the bed of my folly
I lay my head upon their bough
And weep of dreams unconquered
Foolishly I trestle up the times
By bidding old ways come undone
Whilst unseen by blind eyes
Simple pleasures dance their joy
Sweet the words of wisdom lie
Upon the bed of my folly
I lay my head upon their bough
And weep of dreams unconquered
Foolishly I trestle up the times
By bidding old ways come undone
Whilst unseen by blind eyes
Simple pleasures dance their joy