The sun will come out in your life again. Maybe even while you’re listening to this song . . .
TOMORROW
The sun'll come out tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow
There'll be sun!
Just thinkin' about tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow
'Til there's none!
When I'm stuck a day
That's gray and lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And grin and say
Oh! The sun'll come out tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on 'til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya tomorrow!
You're always a day away
(My thanks to Dave and Claire Crosby, composer Charles Strouse, and lyricist Martin Charnin.)
The Gentle Nudge
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I have always loved this song and used to sing it at the top of my lungs while mowing the lawn! Thanks for this!
Amen!!
Hugs,
Joanne