The Prophecies of Skeeter Davis

If there are days ahead Then all prophecies I've misread Don't they know it's the end But I don 't mind And still the waves rush to shore Oh, and the sights look just like before Don't they know it's the end I don't mind Why don't these, why don't these eyes of mine See the ship, oh see the ship of the line Don't they know, and don't they know it's the end It's the end You give predictions that turn our heads But with needles and silver threads Written on fabric cloth I don't mind