"Fortune's Fool"
words and music by Kerry Stanley ©2005
Verse 1
She had a simple plan: no more losers
He was a loving man, a friendly boozer
They should have seen it all oh so clearly
That their love would cost them dearly
But when it comes to love who’s the master?
Happily evermore or sweet disaster
There’s really just one rule:
We’re only fortune’s fools
Verse 2
They had a mutual friend who said he’s charming
Once they’ve been introduced well it’s alarming
Out go the rules he’s like a long lost brother
They’re only seeing one another
Next day they meet again – hearts beat faster
Laughing and touching hands – can he ask her
Throw caution to the wind
And be her fortune’s fool
Bridge
The candlelight, the glass of wine
The beautiful red dress
Beneath the skin, between the sheets
A magical caress
Verse 3
Watch how the days go by – they’re together
Stormy outside - inside it’s fair weather
She makes him coffee he makes her glad she
Took him in, he’s not that bad
Weekends they like to spend long sweet mornings
She dares to hope a deep love’s a-borning
But only time will tell
They’re only fortune’s fools
Bridge
He’s always late; he always smiles
He’s always in her hair
It’s always great; his face beguiles
He’s always standing there
Verse 4
But now he’s moving on his bus is leaving
Much to his own surprise his heart is grieving
Sits by the window and stares out blindly
She always treated him so kindly
She’s in a kitchen chair watching rainfall
Picking up pieces but not regretful
Once again she knows
She’s only fortune’s fool
Bridge
He’s here today then gone away
The captain of her heart
They barely touch they pull away
Ephemeral the spark
Verse 5
He tells the driver I’ve change my mind
I’ve got to go back and see what I can find
I was such a fool don’t know what I was thinking
Must have been all the smokes and all the drinking
He runs to her house the rain is pouring
He slips and he falls but he just ignores it
Files up the stairs his heart is pounding
Can this be true love – has he found it?
He beats on the door; he’s cold and shivering
She opens her arms he’s been delivered
God help us all to be
Such a fortune’s fool
God help us all to be
Such a fortune’s fool
Bridge
He’s always late; he always smiles
He’s always in her hair
It’s always great; his face beguiles
He’s always standing there