W here the c old w ind b lows
t omorrow n ever k nows
W here your s weet s mile g oes
t omorrow n ever k nows
Y ou and m e we've been s tanding here my d ear;
w aiting for that t ime to c ome
W here the g reen g rass g rows
t omorrow n ever k nows
I n the field your l ong h air f lows
d own by the t ail end of the t racks
B eneath the w ater towe r
I carried you o n my b ack
O ver the rusted s pikes of that h ighway of s teel;
w hen no more t hunde r so unds
W here the t urn g oes
tom orrow n ever k nows
Well h e who waits f or the day's r iches will be lost;
i n the w hisperi ng t ide
W here the r iver flow s
tom orrow n ever k nows