Maybe tomorrow
We'll sing and we'll dance
Holding our hands
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe tomorrow
We'll wake up softly
Rolling in bed
Pecking cheeks
Maybe tomorrow
Ooooh
If we can hold on any long
I will write you a song
Of our hopes and our dreams
Of our fears and our beliefs
Of our quite little jokes
Of our warm cured-up toes
Of your morning coffee and eggs
Of your peanut butter breath
Because you
You are my baby
My field of daisies
My blanket of fuzz
My one and only
Only baby
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe tomorrow
Maybeee..