Busy Old Fool
Busy Old Fool unruly sun
Why do you rise so soon
Busy Old Fool, the night’s not done,
So leave me to the moon,
Leave me to the moon.
Busy Old Fool, why must you wake
When all the world lies still
Busy Old Fool, for my love’s sake
Don’t make me rise so ill,
Don’t make me rise so ill.
If you must go wake the birds
Please keep them from their singing
Ask the postman not to call,
Stop those church bells ringing.
Busy Old Fool unruly sun
Why do you rise so soon
Busy Old Fool, the night’s not done,
So leave me to the moon
Leave me to the moon.
If you must go wake the birds
Please keep them from their singing
Ask the postman not to call,
Stop those church bells ringing.
Busy Old Fool, the night’s not done,
So leave me to the moon
Leave me to the moon.
© Hilary James 1991
