You spread your love as if on wings,
You spread joy to peasants and kings,
Not partial, not biased, not you,
You're calm and peaceful, as the early dew.
But soon, that love runs out, my dear,
Soon you'll no longer spread your cheer,
For there's so much that love can take,
And soon, I confess, it's bound to break.
So never fear that sorrow draws near,
Into these things no one can peer,
You'll not know what tomorrow brings,
No one can know, uncertainty stings.
Please don't be anxious, don't fret,
Yes, do not worry, do not sweat,
Tomorrow's a new day, for sure,
Tomorrow can bring that wonderful cure.