Priscilla Paris
Priscilla Paris
Priscilla Paris
Priscilla Paris
Priscilla Paris
Priscilla Paris
Priscilla Paris
Priscilla Paris
Priscilla Paris
Priscilla Paris
I was there
And you were, too
We fell, we fell in love
Time's gone by
Yes, our love's true
But I wonder is that enough?
Or will we ride away through the tulips
And be happy?
Or will our bodies' needs
Tear our love to bits of dust?
Or the time we spend each other
Remembered sadly
Darlin', dearest one, they say
What's to become of us?
If life is a game that we play
Wе made a foul yesterday
And now is thе time, give or take
But my love, what happens now?
Or will we hide away in the meadows
And make music?
Or will we be the kind of people
We're dreamin' of?
Will the love we save be better
Or will we lose it?
Darlin', dearest one, they say
What's to become of us?
Or will we ride away through the tulips
And be happy?
Or will petty needs
Tear our love to bits of dust?
Or will the time we spend be joy
Or remembered sadly?
Oh, darlin', dearest one, they say
What's to become of us?
Or will we hide away in the meadows
And make music?
Or will we be the kind of people
We're dreamin' of?
Or will the love we shape be joy
Or will we lose it?
Oh, darlin', dearest one, please tell me
What's to become of us?
What’s to Become of Us was written by Priscilla Paris.
What’s to Become of Us was produced by Pardo Jones.