How Many Fools - Paul Schwartz

I stand beneath

A secret wandering sky

I watch as drops of moonlight

Spill around your eyes

A shadow falls and you are gone

To pools of broken leaves

And twisted aching trees

And your breath becomes the wind

And I am left to wonder

Just how many fools I've been...

I speak unheard

Inside this starless night

And beg the mist to clone

Another traveler's sight

So that i might see the truth

That lives

Inside yout heart

Never be deceived again

Beguiled by smoky visions

Of a love I thought I'd seen

How many fools I've been...

How many fools