| | | | - | Look up little brother - can you see the clover? No not over there. A little bit left and over there. Now look and see the lilac tree - the lily pond, the skylark's song. The open air but no one cares - if branches live and die out there. Remember when you were nine and I was ten. We would run into the woods. Now we never will again. And Lady, what's tomorrow - what's tomorrow anyway? If it's not the same as now, it's the same as yesterday. Yes Lady, what's tomorrow? Will it be the same as now? Will the farmer push the pen? Will the writer pull the plough? Look up little brother - can you see the clover? Oh sorry - but it's over. Now there's concrete and no clover. {Repeat Chorus} | | | | | | / | Coda: Oh lady, what's to - mor - row?