Away and let them all go
Yesterday, as the time went away
Turn to them all and say
What will be will be
Tell the parrot to do it like a dove
And tell the dove to envy not its beauty
But tell them to run away from wolf
And tell the wolf not to be scary
‘Cause what will be will be
Cry not O! Widow
But do it like hyena
Steady calm and do it slow
Widow seek out the widower
For what will be will be
Let the sick not be sad
And the healthy not be too happy
Away, the healthy can be
And the ill be out of bed
Just remember what will be will be
Tell this to the plowman
Who is sad at his harvest
To hang up its hoe and rest
Before the setting of this sun
For what will be will be
Tell all those that cry and mourn
At an unfriendly demise of their man
To sit and have some fun
‘Cause they too will be mourned
Tell them all that what will be will be
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