Come all, you young children Across the world And we'll see what your fortune portends Portends, ah I'll read you your palms In the crystalline ball And we'll gaze at the cards and portend, ah Portend, ah A glorious sight! Lovers and kingdoms rise and fall You'll taste manna from heaven And the bitterest gall Your health will be robust Then you'll lose it all Though your wounds will be undressed By the tenderest of all The sweet hand of destiny Tend to thee, tend to thee Teasingly, somberly 'Til dreams doth die And dreamer weave into the very sky In glorious tapestry of every other you and I Come all, you young children Across the world And we'll see what your fortune portends I'll read you your palms In the crystalline ball And we'll gaze at the cards and portend Portend, ah Portend, ah Portend, ah Portend