Tomorrow, tomorrow when will you arrive?
I have searched the byways
Leaving no stone unturned,
Just always looking, looking for tomorrow.
Why do you hide your face?
Can't you see it is I.
Left in the dregs of sorrow,
Lie I, so down, wth spririt drowned.
Lift me, as I'm not heavy.
Place me on your broard shoulders.
Carry me away from my sorrow.
Speak to me, as one friend to another.
Love ya!
Jane