Lady What's Tomorrow
Look up little brotherCan you see the cloverNo not over thereA little bit left and over there
Now look and see the lilac treeThe lily pond, the skylark's songThe open air but no one caresIf branches live and die out there
Remember when you were nineAnd I was tenWe would run into the woodsNo we never will again
And Lady, what's tomorrowWhat's tomorrow anywayIf it's not the same as nowIt's the same as yesterday
Yes Lady, what's tomorrowWill it be the same as nowWill the farmer push the penWill the writer pull the plough
Look up little brotherCan you see the cloverOh sorry but it's overNow there's concrete and no clover