Come Tomorrow
Could replace my wrong word
Then my dear, that's the song I would borrow
& tonight you would hear
The saddest song of the year
& you'd be mine once again come tomorrow
If the song of the swallow
Could reveal my sorrow
Then my dear, he would sing just for you
Just tonight, while in flight, on your windowsill daylight
To tell you all of my tears
Sing sing sing sing sing, Mr. Songbird
Come on & sing just once, little swallow
& make her mine once again
...& fade
Autor(es): BOB ELGIN, DOLORES PHILLIPS, FRANK AUGUSTUS