Why is it the jester smiles?
Has he been known to cry?
What lies behind that smile?
What is that darkness behind his eyes?

Does he not tire of his jokes?
Are his legs sore from dancing?
Did he ever lose his voice
From those songs that he's singing?

Why do they call him a fool?
Why must they snicker behind his back?
Why must he stand there and listen
Under scrutiny and attack?

I see your grin is getting long.
Your jokes have no punch.
The king is getting bored.
He thinks you lost your touch.

But you meekly smile.
Tell me that I don't understand.
Your heart makes you great,
Your heart came to an end.

There was a servant girl
Kind and defiant.
She laughed heartily at his jokes.
Her laugh, which is now silent.

She is now gone to the world.
His heart left with her.
How can he bring joy to others,
When he can't feel it here.

Dear jester, it's time to go.
Your heartbeat is running slower.
Sing your last song.
You belong in the arms of your lover.