Folly's Sense Of Judgment lyrics

To judge a person we look at his clothes

Or perhaps his home, or even his nose

Is he wealthy and maybe a snob?

Does he go by Robert or maybe Bob?

Is his wife pretty or akin, a cacophonous cow?

Are there a hundred children, or does he know how?

All these and many more do we see

But not he who is truly the root of the tree

We miss the inner soul below the face

The inner beauty beneath cloth and lace

The sage said trust not the senses true

For they are weak and reflect only you

To really know that which is here so

Dismiss that which relays what you know

For life is but a dream from which we awake

Shall you rise rested, or in nightmare's quake