| Song | The Eyes Of Fate |
| Artist | The Incredible String Band |
| Album | The 5000 Spirits Or The Layers Of The Onion |
| 作词 : Williamson | |
| Oh, who can see in the eyes of fate? | |
| All life alone in its chronic patterns. | |
| Oh, swan, let me fly you | |
| To the land of no winds blowing. | |
| I know nothing, and know that I know nothing; | |
| All is in the eye, and in its blinks of seeing. | |
| So just like the morning | |
| The ghost of the following day. | |
| Listen: Ory, cry, cry..... | |
| Rear the rollers wild and stormy | |
| Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory ory. | |
| All rivalry and opinion still cast their wild spells. | |
| Effort and contrariness change the directions of time. | |
| The lion still growls in your hollowness. | |
| Please let's be easy, please let's be friends. | |
| Watching and learning like small children. | |
| Till out of the morning is growing the strength of the day. | |
| Listen: Ory, cry, cry..... | |
| Rear the rollers wild and stormy | |
| Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory, ory. | |
| Servant of fame or fame for a servant, | |
| You see what you see, you see seldom what is. | |
| Servant of fate or fate for a servant, | |
| You see what you see, you see seldom what is. | |
| Servant of fate, ohhhhhh. |
| zuò cí : Williamson | |
| Oh, who can see in the eyes of fate? | |
| All life alone in its chronic patterns. | |
| Oh, swan, let me fly you | |
| To the land of no winds blowing. | |
| I know nothing, and know that I know nothing | |
| All is in the eye, and in its blinks of seeing. | |
| So just like the morning | |
| The ghost of the following day. | |
| Listen: Ory, cry, cry..... | |
| Rear the rollers wild and stormy | |
| Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory ory. | |
| All rivalry and opinion still cast their wild spells. | |
| Effort and contrariness change the directions of time. | |
| The lion still growls in your hollowness. | |
| Please let' s be easy, please let' s be friends. | |
| Watching and learning like small children. | |
| Till out of the morning is growing the strength of the day. | |
| Listen: Ory, cry, cry..... | |
| Rear the rollers wild and stormy | |
| Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory, ory. | |
| Servant of fame or fame for a servant, | |
| You see what you see, you see seldom what is. | |
| Servant of fate or fate for a servant, | |
| You see what you see, you see seldom what is. | |
| Servant of fate, ohhhhhh. |