Tomorrow
The sun will 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 the day that's gray and lonely
I just stick out my chin and grin and say, oh
The sun will come out, tomorrow
So you gotta hang on 'til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I love ya, tomorrow
You're always a day away
The sun will come out, tomorrow
So you gotta hang on 'til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I love ya, tomorrow
You're always a day away!
Autor(es): Charles Strouse, Martin Charnin
