To (F)day,

while the (Dm)blos soms

still (Gm)cling

to the (C7)vine,

I’ll (F)taste your straw (Dm)ber ries,

I’ll (Gm)drink your

sweet (C7)wine.

A (F)mil lion

to (F7)mor rows

shall (Bb)all

pass a (Bbm)way

(F)e’er I for (Dm)get

all the (Gm)joy

that is (C7)mine

to (F)day.

I (F)I’ll

be a (Dm)dan dy,

and (Gm)I’ll be

a (C7)ro ver.

(F)You’ll know

who I (Dm)am is es by the (Gm)songs ter that I (C7)sing.

I’ll (F)feast

at your (Dm)ta ble,

I’ll (Gm)sleep in your (C7)clo ver.

(Bb)Who cares

what the (C7)mor row

shall (F)bring?

To (F)day,

while the (Dm)blos soms

still (Gm)cling

to the (C7)vine,

I’ll (F)taste your straw (Dm)ber ries,

I’ll (Gm)drink your

sweet (C7)wine.

A (F)mil lion

to (F7)mor rows

shall (Bb)all

pass a (Bbm)way

(F)e’er I for (Dm)get

all the (Gm)joy

that is (C7)mine

to (F)day.

I (F)can’t

be con (Dm)tent ed

with (Gm)yes ter

day’s (C7)glo ry,

(F)I can’t

live on (Dm)prom is es by the (Gm)win ter that to (C7)spring.

To (F)day

is my (Dm)mo ment,

I’ll (Gm)now is my (C7)sto ry.

(Bb)I laugh

and I’ll (C7)cry and

I’ll (F)sing:

To

To (F)day.