My bones have been aching From the worry of it all And the bagman he came calling Just to preach to me The Fall But oh it’s folly And I won’t try I won’t try Again
All the stories never told Doesn’t mean they didn’t happen The rakes and kings and vagabonds All seem to grovel at their feet Wishing for something More than fables
I never had been saintly Just a coward tried and true As he whispered oh so faintly Tis of this day you’ll rue But it’s folly for I won’t care I won’t care At all
Their hands all seemed to grasp me As I tumbled towards the ground And they never would have believed That I had planned it all But it’s folly For I will fall I will fall