To be or not to be a fortune teller. To become or not, in loved. To tell or not to tell that we have a fortune and yet we have nothing. To love or not to love, as an act of fortune. To tell...(Oldmirror)Went to the fortune tellerTo have my fortune readI didn't what to tell herI had a dizzy feeling in my headSaid she'd take a look at my palmSaid "Son do you feel kind of warm?"And she looked into her crystal ballSaid "You're in love."Said it could not be so,Not with all the girls I know.Said when the next one arrivesLooking into her eyes.I left there in a hurryMuch to my big surpriseThe next thing I discoveredThe fortune teller told me liesSo I ran back to that womanMad as I could beTold her I didn't see nobodyHow she made a fool out of meAt last something shook meAs if it came down from aboveAnd now the fortune tellerAnd I fell in love...- Naomi Neville to Robert Plant/Alisson Krauss (Raising Sand)Etiquetas: Bandas sonoras