Women (Seven Brides for Seven Brothers) (Remastered)

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