Текст песни
"There must be some way out of here"
Cried the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief"
"Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Seem to know what any of it is worth"
"No reason to get excited"
The thief, he kindly spoke
"There are men here among us
Who feel their life is but a joke"
"But you and I, we've been through that
And that is not our fate
Let us stop talking falsely now
The hour's getting late"
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
All the ladies came and left
There were servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl