FATE
(Byron Gay,   1922)


Since the world began 
It seems that man, no matter what his lot, 
he lays the blame on fate
Health his wealth his fame 
Disgrace or shame, it's all the same, 
He lays the blame upon his fate 
All things small or great 
Life or death its fate.

Truth can never fail 
It must prevail, 
in all we do we must be true or live a lie 
Fate is all there is 
It's your ideas, for what you think 
Is what you are, the same as I 
Think what love commands 
And fate is in your hands 

My fate is all that I am 
My fate is the law above 
When fate seems wrong, it's a sham 
The law that is real is love
Fate is our love for each other, 
Love, as I learned from my mother, 
Fate is a love that is true, 
So I knew it was fate
when I first met you.