Tomorrow Belongs To Me - Dominic Lewis

The sun on the meadow is summery warm.

The stag in the forest runs free.

But gather together to greet the storm.

Tomorrow belongs to me.

The branch of the linden is leafy and green,

The Rhine gives its gold to the sea.

But somehow a glory awaits unseen.

Tomorrow belongs to me.

The babe in his cradle is closing his eyes

The blossom embraces the bee.

But soon, says a whisper: «Arise, arise,

Tomorrow belongs to me»

Oh fatherland, fatherland, show us the sign

Your children have waited to see.

The morning will come when the world is mine.

Tomorrow belongs...

Tomorrow belongs...

Tomorrow belongs to me!

Tomorrow belongs...

Tomorrow belongs...

Tomorrow belongs to me!