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.)
It's a shame you're not more excited about his return.
ReplyDeleteSorry, what's happening tomorrow? You're being a bit ambiguous...
ReplyDeleteSo cool!
ReplyDeleteWhat day?
:)
So when is he coming home again? ;)
ReplyDeleteToo cute and sweet. Did I say earlier that Ernest is lucky!
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