Longing to hold you im my arms again Longing to know your breathless charm again Longing to have you These hands that reach out and die for your touch
What do I feel that calls my name Now in the long days dying Is it the wind that plays a game Is it the sea bird crying Is it the love I lost too soon
If today was not on a lost highway If tonight was not a crooked tale If tomorrow was not such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all
Translation: Nana Mouskouri. Tomorrow Is A Long Time.
