| 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 it’s 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
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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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| 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 |