- Old King Cole was a merry old soul
a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe, he called for his bowl
he called for his fiddlers three.
the fiddlers say
and cole sat back and scratched his head
"i dont know the name of the song i feel
down deep in my soul
i'm 'sposed to be merry
so they say
but all i feel is old"
alone i face eternity
with no woman's love
and so salvations
no good to me
with no woman's love.
earth itself is paradise
no eden can compare
except when love is lost forever
then its all nowehere.
and when i stand at the pearly gates
i might see her there
with the man she loves
who isnt me
and heaven is nowhere
maybe i'll be lucky still
the luckiest of men
and why i die
no heaven find
only oblivion.
