Silly to cry
Nothing to fear
Bet you wear they lives as nice as right here
Betcha your life is gonna be swell
Looking at them
Its easy to tell
...
The sun will come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow
There'll be sun
Just thinking about tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow
Till theres none
When your stuck with the day
Thats grey
And lonely
You just stick up your chin
And grin
And say...
The sun will come out tomorrow
So you gotta hang on til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
I love ya tomorrow
Your'e only a day away...
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Writer(s): Charles Strouse, Martin Charnin
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