Winkin', whistlin', roundin' the bend, Here comes tomorrow, and lookin' like a friend Blue skied stranger, sun in your hand, Please let it fly and shine across the land. Let's kick a pebble, move a mountain, find a sweeter plum, And sing a few new songs on the way It all may take a little gettin' used to by some Folks find it hard lettin' go of yesterday Backyards, schoolyards, where do they end? You're goin' somewhere, let me tag along Oh, I'm not afraid, because I know that Tomorrow is my friend Lead on, my friend