| C# | B | F# | |
| To | morrow | always | brings |
| G#m | F# | B | F# | |
| Rain, drumming | on my | window | pane |
| C# | B | F# | |
| As the | skies un | leash their tears and | darkened clouds |
| G#m | F# | |
| Release their | fears |
| C# | G# | |
| Washing clean the | festering | earth, |
| B | E | C# | |
| It fore | tells | of a Renaissanc | e. |
| C# | B | |
| And in the thrill of its re | birth |
| E | B | |
| Flowers wait to greet the | dawn |
| C# | G# | |
| Childish in their | innocence |
| F# | |
| Laughing out, tomorrow | gone. |
| Tomorrow always brings |
| Rain -- ah, but soon, the sun will shine again |
| Looking on while you and I, will walk along; |
| Wondering why |
| Knowing you're lovin' me |
| Foretells a Renaissance |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |