All my tomorrows

Photo by John Farnan

Today I may not have a thing at all,
Except for just a dream or two;
But I've got lots of plans for tomorrow,
And all my tomorrows belong to you.

Right now it may not seem like spring at all;
We're drifting and the laughs are few.
But I've got rainbows planned for tomorrow,
And all my tomorrows belong to you.

No one knows better than I
That luck keeps passing me by, that's fate.
But with you there at my side,
I'll soon be turning the tide, just wait.

As long as I've got arms that cling at all,
It's you that I'll be clinging to.
And all the dreams I dream, beg, or borrow,
On some bright tomorrow they'll all come true.

And all my bright tomorrows belong to you. 

(sung by Frank Sinatra here)