The Jester's Daily Bread Lyrics

On high a king, a jester down below
And all around are people full of woe
The jester comes and all sad thoughts are fled
As a reward he gets his daily bread
His former name has long escaped their minds
His former wit he scarce if ever finds
That′s why he wears a bell around his neck
They laugh at him and get their spirits back

Great is the king, his people though are weak
Only the fool can act as he does speak
Still he takes care to always do his best
Few are the kings but many those that jest
So king on high and flowers down below
A monkey picks them so the fool will know
As time goes by the statue wears away

But fewer flowers are growing every day