TOMORROW MORNING
(Words by Mitchell Parish / Music by Eleanor Young, Harry D. Squires, 1922)


Won't you take a look at me, 
I'm as nervous as can be,
Can't you see that I'm waiting so impatiently
For the morning to appear, 
Every minute seems a year,
till I place the band upon the hand of my little sweetie dear.

How the hours seem to crawl, 
Haven't slept a wink at all
Can't you see that I'm waiting for the rooster's call,
In a little while or so, 'Round the corner I will go, 
where I'll place the band upon the hand of the sweetest girl I know.

Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a smile, 
Tomorrow morning, as I march down the aisle 
I'll have the cutest bunch of charm hanging on my arm, 
You just wait'll you see my sweetie and me, what a happy pair we'll be, 
when it's all over, hand in hand we will roam, 
thru' fields of clover, to Home Sweet Home, 
I just can't wait until the sunrise begins to rise, 
tomorrow morning, I'll be in paradise.