Tomorrow I know they rise,
The sun in the kingdom of skies,
As shall I walk on lavish land,
And perish the thought of sand,
I know that gardens of green spring,
Hastily with birds that sing.
Next week though all could end,
And arid ground to descend,
Then just darkness over skyline,
And people hope the sun will shine,
I know nothing of tomorrow,
I know that just today I borrow.