Can I face tomorrow
  With the, with the news you bring me
  My soul feels cold like ice
  A pinprick makes no pain
  Oh, hear me, listen, help me
  
  I felt our thing change
  From love to something else
  Well, how can it plague my mind
  A pinprick makes no pain
  Oh, hear me, listen, help me
  
  I shall find myself
  But I must have the time
  To sow the seeds of something new
  
  Farmer, farmer plough the field
  Harvest, harvest all you can
  A corn field smells so sweet
  A pinprick makes no pain
  Hear me, listen, help me
  
  But to follow the weaver of dreams
  Behind the sun that knows, it seems that
  I'm foresworn--a naked troubadour
  
  I sit at court and I sing
  To the Princess of Beauty and Light
  She favours me though I'm merely
  A minstrel of the night
  
  There on my right
  Sits the King with his clowns
  He pays to laugh
  While his queen lives on downs
  And the smile on his brow is the crown
  
  Morning bird sing, fill my ears
  With the joy of our sorrow unmasked
  Lend me your wings for the sunrays of dawn
  Are here to last
  
  I take my leave, as I leave I must take
  All I have seen in my dreams--then I wake
  And it is as safe as yesterday is