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 its 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