Fool's Hope from Long Garden by Crooked Weather

Thoughts are travelling fast,
They're coming to a pass,
And I don't know how much longer,
How much longer I can last.

When I go out at night,
I follow in the path,
Of my lucky...
My lucky, lucky, lucky black cat,
But my luck is fading fast.

For 5 years I carried this cross,
For 5 years it carried me and now
I have splinters,
Splinters running through my mind,
Splinters running through my mind

I lay awake at night,
I'm not even able to move,
The clouds roll past the moon,
And all,
All is dark.
All is dark

So I whisper to the dark,
I pray someone might hear,
But I know....
That it's a fool's hope,
And I've been chasing fool's gold.
I've been chasing fool's gold.

• Folk
• earth music
• original music
• psych folk
• psychedelic
• United Kingdom