| I don’t know about tomorrow;
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| I just live from day to day.
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| I don’t borrow from its sunshine
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| For its skies may turn to grey.
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| I don’t worry o’er the future,
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| For I know what Jesus said.
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| And today I’ll walk beside Him, Testi Canzoni
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| For He knows what is ahead.
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| Many things about tomorrow
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| I don’t seem to understand
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| But I know who holds tomorrow
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| And I know who holds my hand.
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| Every step is getting brighter
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| As the golden stairs I climb;
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| Every burden’s getting lighter,
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| Every cloud is silver-lined.
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| There the sun is always shining,
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| There no tear will dim the eye;
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| At the ending of the rainbow
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| Where the mountains touch the sky.
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| I don’t know about tomorrow;
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| It may bring me poverty.
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| But the one who feeds the sparrow,
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| Is the one who stands by me.
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| And the path that is my portion
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| May be through the flame or flood;
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| But His presence goes before me And I’m covered with His blood. |