Out of the tree of life
I just picked me a plumb
You came along and everything started to hum
Still it's a real good bet
The best is yet to come
The best is yet to come
And babe, won't it be fine?
You think you've seen the sun
But you ain't seen it shine
Wait till the warm-ups underway
Wait till our lips have met
Wait till you see that sunshine place
You ain't seen nothing yet
The best is yet to come
And babe, won't it be fine?
The best is yet to come
Come the day you're mine
Come the day you're mine
I'm gonna teach you to fly
We've only tasted the wine
We're gonna drain the cup dry
Wait till your charms are right
For these arms to surround
You think you've flown before
But you ain't left the ground
Wait till you're locked in my embrace
Wait till I draw you near
Wait till you see that sunshine place
Ain't nothin' like it here
The best is yet to come
And babe, won't it be fine?
The best is yet to come
Come the day you're mine
Wait till your charms are right
For these arms to surround
You think you've flown before
But you ain't left the ground
Wait till you're locked in my embrace
Wait till I draw you near
Wait till you see that sunshine place
Ain't nothin' like it here
The best is yet to come
And babe, won't it be fine?
The best is yet to come
Come the day you're mine
The best is yet to come
Come the day you're mine
The Best Is Yet to Come was written by Brian Short & Alan Roy Scott.
The Best Is Yet to Come was produced by Denny Diante.