An odd figure
 ebbs and wanders
 needs its vigour
 to work his way yonder

 Where his gladness
 [bad word] sadness,
 when his madness takes control

 In this world where the starts are ends,
 all chances are nothing but trends.
 Where [bad word]  he is the world,
 he is The Fool

 Wears a look of innocence
 the energy is into motion
 following his inner sense
 his north will be providence

 Takes a walk
 starting off his journey
 Always forward looking
 for his freedom

 He takes the life
 as a gladless tourney
 that he must confront
 by going on and on

 In this world where the starts are ends,
 all chances are nothing but trends.
 Where [bad word]  he is the world,
 he is The Fool

 Wears a look of innocence
 the energy is into motion
 following his inner sense
 his north will be providence