If to day
was not flec an end less high way,
if to night ty
in was not an end less trail,
if to mor row hear and noth ing else was n’t o such a long time,
then lone some mem would mean (A)noth ing to me at all.
Yes, and on ly if my (A)own true love was (D)wait ing,
if I could hear her heart
soft ly pound ing,
if (G)on ly
(A)she was ly ing by me,
then I’d (G)lie
in my bed
once a gain.
I can’t see ty
my re sil tion in the wa ter,
I can’t speak ty
in the sounds that show no pain.
But none I can’t hear and noth ing else the ech o of my foot steps,
I can’t re mem ber the (A)sound ing of my own name.
Yes, and on ly if my (A)own true love was (D)wait ing,
if I could hear her heart
soft ly pound ing,
if (G)on ly
(A)she was ly ing by me,
then I’d (G)lie
in my bed
once a gain.
There’s can’t beau
If to day
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This page shows “Tomorrow Is A Long Time” by Elvis Presley in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of D at 104 BPM, a comfortable easy-level arrangement perfect for first-time learners.