From your
Narrator's chair
A calming scent
Of lavender fills
The air
A boned curled hand
Calling me out
Making me
Dance
From your
Narrator's chair
A calming scent
Of lavender fills
The air
Fiddle stick in hand
Bells on foot
A stranger
In a lavish land


Lyrics submitted by cooperw

The Fool song meanings
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