[The Emcee plays a recording on a phonograph.]
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[BOY SOPRANO]
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The sun on the meadow is summery warm.
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The stag in the forest runs free.
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But gather together to greet the storm.
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Tomorrow belongs to me.
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The branch of the linden is leafy and green,
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The Rhine gives its gold to the sea.
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But somewhere a glory awaits unseen.
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Tomorrow belongs to me.
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The babe in his cradle is closing his eyes
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The blossom embraces the bee.
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But soon, says a whisper;
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"Arise, arise,
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Tomorrow belongs..."
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[EMCEE (spoken)]
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To me!
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Tomorrow Belongs To Me
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| Various Artists |
