Tomorrow Is a Long Time

If today was not a crooked highway

If tonight was not a crooked trail

If tomorrow wasn’t such a long time

Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all

Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting

And if I could hear her heart a-softly pounding

Yes, and only if she was lying by me

Then I’d lie in my bed once again....

I can’t see my reflection in the waters

I can’t speak the sounds that show no pain

I can’t hear the echo of my footsteps

Or can’t remember the sound of my own name

Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting

And if I could hear her heart a-softly pounding

Yes, and only if she was lying by me

Then I’d lie in my bed once again...

There’s beauty in that silver, singing river

There’s beauty in the sunrise in the sky

But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty

That I remember in my true love’s eyes

Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting

And if I could hear her heart a-softly pounding

Yes, and only if she was lying by me

Then I’d lie in my bed once again...