What will we leave for our children When we grow tired and old? What will we leave for our children When the world is all but gone? Surely a better place Where they can live and love And dream, in the mists Of a life filled with wonder
We may never see the rising sun again Old dreams and wishes when we were so beautiful Now hear it
Maybe tomorrow We’ll find what we’re looking for Maybe tomorrow We’ll find what we’re living for
What will we leave for our children? Now we are tired and old What will we leave for our children?
Let them dream, let them dream We will never see the rising sun again Old dreams and wishes When we were all lost at sea
Maybe tomorrow We’ll find what we’re looking for Maybe tomorrow We’ll find what we’re living for
Maybe tomorrow We’ll find what we’re looking for Maybe tomorrow We’ll find what we’re living for
Maybe tomorrow We’ll find what we’re looking for Maybe tomorrow We’ll find what we’re dreaming of