Poet, do not value people's love Lyrics

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Ba-ba-ba-bee-ya

Ba-doo-dee-da-doo-day

Poets do not value people's love

The fleeting noise of praise will soon subside

You'll hear the fool's harsh judgment cold and rough

But stay steadfast, can't let nothing hide

You're king, live alone on freedom's road

Go where your free mind leads you on

Perfecting the fruits of thoughts you've sown

No need for rewards for deeds well done

They're found within you, you're your highest judge

You know your work, it's worth each flaw and farce

Are you content this art is strict and keen

Content to let the crowd revile to me

And sit upon the altar where your fire gleams

And shake your tripod in their childish schemes

And shake your tripod in their childish schemes

You're king, live alone on freedom's road

Go where your free mind leads you on

Perfecting the fruits of thoughts you've sown

No need for rewards for deeds well done

They're found within you, you're your highest judge

You know your work, it's worth each flaw and farce

Are you content this art is strict and keen

Content to let the crowd revile to me

And sit upon the altar where your fire gleams

And shake your tripod in their childish schemes

And sit upon the altar where your fire gleams

And shake your tripod in their childish schemes

They're found within you, you're your highest judge

You know your work, it's worth each flaw and farce

Are you content this art is strict and keen

Content to let the crowd revile to me

And sit upon the altar where your fire gleams

And shake your tripod in their childish schemes

Childish schemes