Ant McNaught

Cleo, she was queen
down in Egypt land.
Caesar drug his armies
‘cross the burning sand.
Just an average pair of fools
but, since time began,
it’s been the story
of a woman and a man.
 
They say that everybody’s
somebody’s fool
and I guess it must be true
’cause ever since I seen your face,
I’ve been a fool for you.
 
I’ve been a fool for love
for so long now.
I can’t give it up.
I don’t know how.
Is there a school for love
where you get learned
how to feed the flame
and not get burned?
 
Well, it was summer in the city
the first time I saw her.
I knew I’d adore her til the day I died.
The next thing I know,
I’m lying in the gutter.
I’m crying like a puppy.
(O, the tears he cried!)
 
I’ve been a fool for love
for so long now.
I can’t give it up.
I don’t know how.
Is there a school for love
where you get learned
how to feed this flame
and not get burned?
 
So did you get from love
what you gave of love?
Are you the servant
or more the slave of love?
And is this world below
like the world above?
Do I find a love
I can be certain of?
 
I have heard wise men say
that a fool and his money are soon parted
but, when I think about fools and losing,
I think about the broken-hearted.
 
I’ve been a fool for love
for so long now.
I can’t give it up.
I don’t know how.
Is there a school for love
where you get learned
how to feed the flame
and not get burned?