Will I be there tomorrow When the sun comes over the horizon The squirrels begin to dance And birds start to chirp their tunes Will I be there tomorrow When the flowers open towards the sun The bees hum through gardens And the gnomes stand guard Will I be there tomorrow When wind will bellow through the leaves The kites flying at full mast in the sky And balls soaring past the fence Will I be there tomorrow When flames lick the coals of the grill The dog eyeing the plate of brats And splash water in the pool Will I be there tomorrow When the sun fades away The owls begin to call And night becomes dark. Andy McRae 3/29/20