Bruce Cockburn Feast Of Fools Lyrics

Feast Of Fools Lyrics

At the feast of fools

Humour can sometimes be cruel

But under
certain conditions

You have to forget the rules 



At the
feast of fools

Everybody has a voice

Nobody goes to the bottom

Except by their own choice 



It's time for the silent criers to
be held in love

It's time for the ones who dig graves for them to get
that final shove

It's time for the horizons of the universe to be
glimpsed even by the faceless kings of corporations

It's time for chaos
to win and walk off with the prize which turns out to be nothing 



At the feast of fools

Outlaws can all come home

You can wear any
disguise you want

But you'll be naked past the bone 



At the
feast of fools

People's hands weave light

There is a diamond
wind

Flowering in the darkest night 



It's time for the
silent criers to be held in love

It's time for the ones who dig graves
for them to get that final shove

It's time for the horizons of the
universe to be glimpsed even by the faceless kings of corporations

It's
time for chaos to win and walk off with the prize which turns out to be (a big
fat) nothing. 



It's time for the singers of songs without hope to
take a hard look and start from scratch again

It's time for these
headlights racing against inescapable dark to be just forgotten

It's time
for Harlequin to leap out of the future into the midst of a world of dancers

It's time for us all to stand hushed in the cathedral of silence waiting at
the river's end.