When the road is all uphill,
And the way is long and hard,
When you begin to doubt and falter,
Then she’ll smile and come to you
And say,
‘Tomorrow is another day’.
And her name is Annie Rose.
When others thrive and you stand still,
When all the prizes pass you by,
When you find you’re poorer than before,
And you know you’re that much older,
She’ll lay her arm along your shoulder
And say,
‘Tomorrow is another day’.
And her name is Annie Rose.
When it’s hard to hope again
And all your plans come crashing down,
When you’re too tired to plan again,
She’ll come and hold you in her arms
And say,
‘Tomorrow is another day’.
And her name is Annie Rose.