Winkin', whistlin', roundin' the bend,
Here comes tomorrow, and lookin' like a friend
Blue skied stranger, sun in your hand,
Please let it fly and shine across the land.
Let's kick a pebble, move a mountain, find a sweeter plum,
And sing a few new songs on the way
It all may take a little gettin' used to by some
Folks find it hard lettin' go of yesterday
Backyards, schoolyards -- where do they end?
You're goin' somewhere, let me tag along
Oh, i'm not afraid, because i know that
Tomorrow is my friend
Lead on, my friend
Writer(s): Henry N. Mancini, Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman
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