Tomorrow Belongs to Me

Tomorrow Belongs to Me

The sun on the meadow is summery warm and the stag in the forest runs free. But gather together to beat the storm. Tomorrow belongs to me. Tomorrow belongs to me.

The branch on the linden is leafy and green and the Rhine gives it’s gold to the sea but somewhere a glory awaits unseen. Tomorrow belongs to me. Tomorrow belongs to me.

Well the babe in his cradle is closing his eyes and the blossom embraces the bee. But soon says the whisper, arise, arise. Tomorrow belongs to me. Tomorrow belongs to me.

Now Fatherland, Fatherland, show us the sign. Your children have waited to see. The morning will come when the world is mine. Tomorrow belongs to me. Tomorrow belongs to me.