At the point when tomorrow begins without me,
what's more, I'm not there to comfort you,
if it's not too much trouble realize that despite everything I adore you,
cause I know you cherish me as well.
At the point when tomorrow begins without me,
furthermore, you feel lost and blue,
I trust these words I've composed
will see you through.
Some time or another your torment will ease,
trouble supplanted by affectionate recollections
Come tomorrow you will hear
I adore you whispered on the breeze.
At the point when tomorrow begins without me
cause God has called me home
I turn, making a gesture of blowing a kiss for thee
Dismal that you may feel alone.
I will miss you tomorrow
as I take one final impression
a tear tumbles from my cheek
I'll be going home.
Furthermore, tomorrow will begin without me
