Company Of Fools Lyrics - Fortune's Favour - Great Big Sea

Many a truest word 

has been spoken by the Jester 

Standing against the tide 

Is the noblest of gestures 

It's the little pearls of wisdom 

That tumble from the light 

That makes us laugh until we cry 

Because we know that they are right 

Within the strangest people 

Truth can find the strangest home 

So meet me in the village 

Where all we idiots go 

Bring on the Clowns 

The Jokers and Buffoons 

I've had the Time of my Life 

And the Life of my Times 

In the Company of Fools 

I'm wading through the quicksand 

In the gardens of the gentry 

Blooming vacuity 

Leaves mind and pockets empty 

In the Social Order 

I accept the bottom rung 

Until the wine is pouring 

And the Lord commands a song 

Meet me at the staff door 

When the posers all go home 

We'll gather with the other Fools 

And put on a proper show 

So here's to the Poorest Poet 

Who always pens the truth 

Players Writers and Gypsies 

The Minstrels and their tunes 

I'd rather live an honest lifetime 

With those with nothing to lose 

Than waste a night 

Knee deep in shite 

That's polished slick 

To look just right 

I'd rather live a lifetime in the 

Company of Fools