1, 2, 3, 4
Like a silver diamond ruby
Sparkling fire and rain
Like a sun cloud blown in coldly
Delighting in sweet pain
There's a dancer singing sadly,
we'll never speak again
For he's the clown that no one laughs at,
and no one can say his name
There's no rhyme, no reason, no time, no season,
it'll probably remain the same
Bag is stompin' in the evening
On the rocky, steady plain
Bag turns the dancing statue
In fear against the grain
He an swers loud and silent
With eye s that cannot see
For he can't tell no who is laughing
No what is true and the
what will be
There's no rhyme, reason,
no time, no season
It'll drive you clean and sane
Who's the dark and smiling stranger
that pulls the puppet strings?
Who calls and rings the changers
but'll never let him sing?
Who is the mask behind that known face?
Who can kiss and who can sting?
Who can act nor play a straight role?
Who can dance and who
can sing?
There's no rhyme, no reason, time, no season,
it'll drive you insane
There's no rhyme, no reason, time,