Tomorrow
Charles Strouse, Martin Charnin
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 with a day, that’s grey
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!