Silly Boys - Holy Modal Rounders

Silly boys, just young men

They go away and then they come again

They don’t yet know who they are

Those silly boys, just young men, following their star

They hurry here and then they hurry there

They go with their empty hands

Their hearts are fools, their heads are tools

Now hurry, now hurry, my lovely fools

Ends and then begins and ends again

Like reflections in a pool

And loneliness comes like a dart

There’s nothing to find 'til you find your heart