You’ll always be tomorrow

Off I go and where bluebirds will sing

You are that mountain spring that never runs dry

My mind’s made up

I’m on hold until the crack of dawn

You’ll always be tomorrow

You know I can rely on high noon

Never too soon will I run for some shade and

Even in drought

Millets grow to greet the light of day

You’ll always be tomorrow

Heads they turn every time you pass by

There is one gentle breeze and scent of roses

My mind’s made up

I’m on hold until the crack of dawn

Until the crack of dawn

My mind’s made up

I’m on hold until the crack of dawn

I’m on hold until the crack of dawn

I’m on hold until the crack of dawn

And I’m on hold until the crack of dawn

I’m on hold until the crack of dawn