Tomorrow - Strawbs

You talked of me with acid tongue

And pointed trembling spiteful hands

Your presence almost overwhelmed

When Mother Nature tends her young

She comforts each and every one

The flower sheds it's seeds and flourishes

But now I walk a mile high

My shoulders in the clouds

I have seen the sun break through

I'll speak my thoughts aloud

Sometime

For now I see tomorrow

Just as clearly as I see today

While yesterday

Which meant so much

Has grown so far away