Tomorrow's Child

From out of endless space Someone has seen my face From a time that’s yet to be Someone sings to me. I am Tomorrow’s Child, crying From an earth that is dying. What kind of earth will there be for me When I come to be? The kind of earth I find Will be the one you leave behind. Please leave me an earth that’s growing. Leave me a warm sun glowing, Fresh winds blowing, And clean waters flowing. I need to know you feel my sorrow. And if I cry again tomorrow Will you dry a tear from my eye? While your seasons come and go Like tides that ebb and flow Remember me, Tomorrow’s Child, crying From an earth that is dying. What kind of earth will there be for me When I come to be?