She was going to be all she wanted to be . . . 
. . . Tomorrow 

None would be smarter or more successful than she . . . 
. . . Tomorrow 

There were friends who could help her - she knew, 
would only be to happy to see what they could do. 
On them she would call and pay a visit or two . . . 
. . . Tomorrow 

Each morning she would stack up the letters she'd write . . . 
. . . Tomorrow 

And thought of the things that she would give her delight . . . 
. . . Tomorrow 

But she hadn't one minute to stop on her way, 
"More thought I must give my future." she'd say . . . 
. . . Tomorrow 

The greatest of workers this gal would have been . . . 
. . . Tomorrow 

The world would have hailed her – had she ever seen . . . 
. . . Tomorrow 

But, in fact, she passed on, and she faded from view, 
And all that was left here when living was through 
was a mountain of things she intended to do . . . 
 

. . . Tomorrow!