The young man and the third eye

' Inside the little crystal ball
to you it makes no sense at all
you may wonder, you may cry
but i still have the se'ers eye

Now pay a siz pence, let me see
all the things that are to be
will you be happy? will you be rich?
or drinking whiskey in a ditch

You'll do a painting for the duke
you'll live by the sea and write a book
and when it comes to finding hope
you'll find it through a telescope

You'll die in nineteen - sixty one
but not until you'v had a son
your girl will miss you when your gone
will she stay faithful? Not for long.

I leave you sir, to think of this
think of all the things you miss
will you stay loyal? hold them tight?
or will you let them out of sight?'