Till Tomorrow - Don McLean

What can this be, can you tell me?

Would you like to discover why we’re not free

To be lovers

I’ve been wanting to ask you

Where has all the love gone

And what have we become

Storm clouds full of thunder

Move silent as they drum

And when they’re gone

We’ll be fine, till tomorrow

Though I hope it won’t rain

You will be mine

And my sorrow

Will take wings in the morning

High above the heavens

A rainbow paints the sky

White doves sing their songs of love

I watch them as they fly

And wonder what can this be

Can you tell me

Would you like to discover why we’re not free

To be lovers