Look up, little brother
Can you see the clover?
No, not over there
A little bit left
And over there
Now look and see the lilac tree
The lily pond
The skylark's song
The open air
But no one cares
If branches live and die
Out there
Remember
When you were nine
And I was ten
We would run into the wood
No, we never will again
And Lady, what's tomorrow?
What's tomorrow anyway?
If it's not the same as now
It's the same as yesterday
Yes, Lady, what's tomorrow?
Will it be the same as now?
Will the farmer push the pen?
Will the writer pull the plough?
Look up, little brother
Can you see the clover?
Oh, sorry
But it's over
Now there's concrete
And no clover
Remember
When you were nine
And I was ten
We would run into the wood
No, we never will
We never will again
And Lady, what's tomorrow?
What's tomorrow anyway?
If it's not the same as now
It's the same as yesterday
Yes, Lady, what's tomorrow?
Will it be the same as now?
Will the farmer push the pen?
Will the writer pull the plough?
Oh, Lady, what's tomorrow?