Roger Whittaker

"I met a man who had a dream He had since he was twenty I met that man when he was eighty-one He said: "Too many folks just stand And wait until the morning Don't they know, tomorrow never comes" And he would feel a new tomorrow coming on And when he'd smile his eyes are twinkled up in thought Everybody talks about a new world in the morning New world in the morning never comes."

"And I can feel a new tomorrow coming on And I don't know why I have to make a song Everybody talks about a new world in the morning New world in the morning takes so long."

"I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing And the taste of war I know so very well Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising Their guns on fire as we sail into hell I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow But how bitter will be this last farewell For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell."