Maybe Tomorrow - Billy Fury, Baden Powell

Rise in the morning, you’re not around,

searching all over, you can’t be found.

Then in the evening, I gaze above,

and ask the stars, the way to my love.

I love you baby, I really care,

I need your lovin', so hear my prayer.

Maybe tomorrow, you’ll understand,

then we’ll go walking hand in hand.

Then in the evening, by the moonlight,

I’ll hold you, darling!

I’ll hold you tight.

Maybe tomorrow there’ll be no sorrow,

Maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow

© Composed by: Billy Fury, 1958