Holy Modal Rounders Silly Boys
Silly boys, just young menThey go away and then they come
again
They don't yet know who they are
Those silly boys, just young men, following their star
They hurry here and then tehy hurry there
They go with their empty hands
Their hearts are fools, their heads are tools
Now hurry, now hurry, my lovely fools
Ends and then begins and ends again
Like reflections in a pool
And loneliness comes like a dart
There's nothing to find 'til you find your heart
