Fate

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Alfred Drake - Pop, Broadway

Fate

2 Plays

Duration: 2:29

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Lyrics

[THE POET, spoken] I sat down feeling desolated Bowed my head and crossed my knees Is fortune really predicated Upon such tiny turns as these? Then Fate's a thing without a head A puzzle never understood And man proceeds where he is led Unguaranteed of bad or good [THE POET] Fate! Fate can be the trap in your path The bitter cup of your tears Your wine of wrath! Fate can be shade in the desert blaze Sudden food in a famine found The sound of praise! Incomprehensible and strange Fate can play a trick with the twine To weave the evil and good In one design! And so, my Destiny I look at you and cannot see Is it good, is it ill? Am I blessed, am I cursed? Is it honey on my tongue or brine? What fate, what fate is mine? Fate can play a trick with the twine To weave the evil and good In one design! And so, my Destiny I look at you and cannot see Is it good, is it ill? Am I blessed, am I cursed? Is it honey on my tongue or brine? What fate, what fate is mine?

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Credits

Writers
  • George Forrest
  • Robert Craig Wright
  • Александр Бородин (Alexander Borodin)