The Wandering Fool
There was a fool who was forced to wander
Over the face of the land.
He never stayed anywhere for more than a day
For he was cursed and from mankind he was banned.
It seems that in his youthful days
he had abandoned sweet Barbara Ann,
So distraught was she that she took her own life,
So from that time on he ran.
And if he should ever be granted entrance
to an unsuspecting town.
The ghost of his sweet Barbara Ann
Would burn the place to the ground.
And now this poor fool must never stop
Or seek love from another heart.
Because if he caused love’s fire to burn,
Barbara would see and a fire she’d start.
And what of the poor wronged Barbara Ann
What will set her soul to rest?
Only if she unites again with the fool
And he can pass her lover’s test.
For when the day comes that she takes him back
And she can see that his heart is true,
Is the day that she can let go of this world
and fall to rest with the morning dew.
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2012
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