The 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.]
(Honey, a deck of cards and a crystal ball)
(Won't tell you a thing that you don't already know)
(The future will almost certainly be whatever you want it to be,)
(What with rockets, spaceships, computers, inventions)
(Little buttons you can push, and push,)
(Let your imagination burst into flame)
(And it will let you do whatever you damn well choose to do)

Given a choice I would choose to have a magic wand that I could use
To draw a melody, from that enchanted maze of grass
And keys and wood and wind and steel
(speaks)
And I would stand there, big and brave, and quietly say
Ladies and Gentlemen, play for me, play for me
(and the orchestra plays a beautiful melody)