Future

Future
[ Alto solo by Beverly Jenkins ] (chorus)
[ Gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told, ]
[ I'm gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune
told. ]
[ I'm gonna say please, missus gypsy, tell me what
the future will hold. ]
(Hurry your deck of cards and your crystal ball)
(For there you will see that you will pray for
light) (The future will almost certainly be
whatever you want it to be,) (But with rockets and
picks, from music and jetsam) (There's no butt
that you can push, and push,) (Let your
imagination burst into flame) (And it will let you
do whatever you damn well to do, do,do).

Given a choice I would choose to have a magic wand
that I could use, To draw a melody, from that
enchanted blade of grass And cheese and wood and
wind and sea. I would stand there, dig a grave,
and quietly say, Ladies and Gentlemen, play for
me, play for me. (and the orchestra plays a
beautiful melody)