Fate

Fate - Howard Keel

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

Fate

Fate can be a 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