paroles de chanson Sobbin' Women - 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 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 I can face the sun
No more to dodge
No more to run
I could eat, I can buy
I can sleep in a bed
And suddenly I'm fed and free
For fate has claimed its child
And smiled on me