Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Like the last red rose of summer
Bending in the autumn wind
I know I'm holding on to something coming to an end
I could turn the clock back every hour
But as sure as rivers run
No matter what I do tonight tomorrow's gonna come
Tomorrow I know she'll be gone
And though I hate to see the dawn
There's no way to stop the rising sun
I'll paint all the windows black
And try to hold the daylight back
But no matter what I do tonight
Tomorrow's gonna come
If I were our loves playwright
I could add page after page
Never let the final curtain fall upon the stage
But the world keeps spinning round and round
And as long as that goes on
No matter what I do tonight tomorrow's gonna come
Tomorrow I know she'll be gone
And though I hate to see the dawn
There's no way to stop the rising sun
I'll paint all the windows black
And try to hold the daylight back
But no matter what I do tonight
Tomorrow's gonna come
No matter what I do tonight
Tomorrow's gonna come