To-morrow

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.