Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
Malvina Reynolds
There'll come a time the smog will be so thick
We'll all have to walk with a long white walking stick
But we won't walk anyhow, we'll go by air
And the helicopters will be so thick we won't get anywhere
There'll come a time, believe me son
And when that day is here I will be gone
Such adulteration will have hit the food
You'll throw away the contents and eat the carton if you want anything good
And women will live on synthetic meals
And they'll all be slender as synthetic eels
There'll come a time, believe me son
And when that day is here I will be gone
There'll come a time the kids will be so smart
They'll be able to recite their own psychoanalysis by heart
And they'll all be scientists by the time they're ten
And thank the Lord I won't have any children then
There'll come a time, believe me son
And when that day is here I will be gone
The cities will be so overpopulated
We'll all be buried from the same apartment house where we were created
And if you take a trip to the country somewhere
You'll have to be inoculated against fresh air
There'll come a time, believe me son
And when that day is here I will be gone
There'll come a time we'll lose our walking feet
And food will all be predigested so we won't have to eat
And children will be made in test-tubes, so we won't have to wed
And thank God by that time I will be dead
There'll come a time, won't you be proud
And by that time I'll be playing an unamplified harp on an eighteenth century cloud
There’ll Come a Time was written by Malvina Reynolds.
There’ll Come a Time was produced by Alex Hassilev.