Soothsayer Song

Come all, you young children
Across the world
And we’ll see what your fortune portends
Portends, ah
I’ll read you your palms
In the crystalline ball
And we’ll gaze at the cards and portend, ah
Portend, ah
A glorious sight!
Lovers and kingdoms rise and fall
You’ll taste manna from heaven
And the bitterest gall
Your health will be robust
Then you’ll lose it all
Though your wounds will be undressed
By the tenderest of all
The sweet hand of destiny
Tend to thee, tend to thee
Teasingly, somberly
'Til dreams doth die
And dreamer weave into the very sky
In glorious tapestry of every other you and I
Come all, you young children
Across the world
And we’ll see what your fortune portends
I’ll read you your palms
In the crystalline ball
And we’ll gaze at the cards and portend
Portend, ah
Portend, ah
Portend, ah
Portend