The Eyes Of Fate

Oh, who can see in the eyes of fate?

All life alone in its chronic patterns

Oh, swan, let me fly you

To the land of no winds blowing

I know nothing, and know that I know nothing;

All is in the eye, and in its blinks of seeing

So just like the morning

The ghost of the following day

Ory, cry, cry

Rear the rollers wild and stormy

Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory ory

All rivalry and opinion still cast their wild spells

Effort and contrariness change the directions of time

The lion still growls in your hollowness

Please let's be easy, please let's be friends

Watching and learning like small children

Till out of the morning is growing the strength of the day

Ory, cry, cry

Rear the rollers wild and stormy

Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory, ory

Servant of fame or fame for a servant,

You see what you see, you see seldom what is

Servant of fate or fate for a servant,

You see what you see, you see seldom what is

Servant of fate, oh