To‑morrow
Language: English
Beyond the gate of Twilightlands Across the fields of night, A fair To-morrow waiting stands To greet the morning light; So close your eyes, my sweetest sweet, And close your eyes, my dear, And when you wake, for your sweet sake, To-morrow will be here. Now, when you have her, hold her fast, Les she should slip away, For some folks say she will not last, But fades into Today. Yet close your eyes, my sweetest sweet, And close your eyes, my dear, And when you wake, for your sweet sake, To-morrow will be here.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867 - 1972), "To-morrow", op. 39 (Songs for Lovers of Children) no. 7 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Nich Roehler
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-20
Line count: 16
Word count: 95