Tomorrow Belongs to Me by Alan Cumming,Alex Bowen Lyrics
The sun on the medow is summery warm, the stag in the forrest 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 somewhere a glory awaits unseen tomorrow belongs...
TO ME
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 somewhere a glory awaits unseen tomorrow belongs...
TO ME