Werth-Williams Through the green May morning came a lonely man Wearing diamond covered garments and a slapstick in his hand And the new day dawning brought a wistful smile To the face of the Harlequin Was it rain or tears that smudged his painted face As he wandered where the breezes took him on from place to place And the strain of years behind his wistful smile Lined the face of the Harlequin The laughter of the King and Queen Of every country he had seen The laughter ringing in his ears like thunder The genius of his comic mime So in demand so long a time Now suddenly surpassed by those much younger