Thursday, July 24, 2008

Tomorrow

My son'll come home
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
I''ll see my son!

Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none!

When I'm stuck a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh!

My son'll come home
Tomorrow
So I gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
Ernest's only
A day away!

(I told you I had it bad.)

5 comments:

jenontheedge said...

It's a shame you're not more excited about his return.

The Guider said...

Sorry, what's happening tomorrow? You're being a bit ambiguous...

David said...

So cool!
What day?

:)

Vanessa said...

So when is he coming home again? ;)

Louise said...

Too cute and sweet. Did I say earlier that Ernest is lucky!