Come Tomorrow (5 January 1965 Saturday Swings)

If the song of the songbird

Could replace my wrong word

Then my dear, that's the song I would borrow

And tonight you would hear

The saddest song of the year

And you'd be mine once again

Come tomorrow

And if the song of the swallow

Could reveal my sorrow

Then my dear, he would sing just for you

And tonight you would hear

The saddest song of the year

And you'd be mine once again

Come tomorrow

Just tonight, while in flight

On your window sill they lie

To tell you all of my tears

And tonight you would hear

The saddest song of the year

And baby, you'd be mine once again

Come tomorrow

If the song of the swallow

Could reveal my sorrow

Then my dear, he would sing just for you

And tonight you would hear

The saddest song of the year

And you'd be mine once again

Come tomorrow

Oh, and tonight, tonight, baby, you would hear

The saddest song of the year

And you'd be mine, you'd be mine once again

Come tomorrow

Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, little songbird

Why don't you sing one time, little swallow

Please make her mine once again

Come tomorrow

Just make her mine

Just one more time