Tomorrow May Bring Lyrics

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

I can't sing of what tomorrow may bring

So why do I even try

I'm asking you to bring just one more little thing

Into an already cluttered life

Cause I want to be there

Where the grass is greener, and the air's a bit sweeter

And I just want to see

The world and people around me

The way I think they ought to be

But don't give me what I want

Just give me what I need

Don't give me what I want

Just give me what I need

Cause the birds of the air neither sow nor reap

Like the flowers and the trees, You are clothing me

Why should I worry

Why should I worry what tomorrow may bring

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

I'm trying to think of what tomorrow may bring

And I wish I could get some sleep

But last night was just more of the same old thing

I find myself worrying about worrying

Oh-oh

Cause I want to be there

Where the grass is greener, and the air's a bit sweeter

And I want to work for you

But with all these things I want to do

I might have bit off more than I could chew

So don't give me what I want

Just give me what I need

Don't give me what I want

Just give me what I need

Oh-oh

Cause the birds of the air neither sow nor reap

Like the flowers and the trees, You are clothing me

Why should I worry

Why should I worry what tomorrow may bring

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Life is more than food or clothes

And no bird ever had to sow

And how much more am I than those

I'm worth more than many, many, many sparrows

So worry not of work or pain

The trees are fed by sun and rain

And be still, O you of little faith

It's not about our works, it's about His grace

So why should I worry

Why should I worry

Why should I worry

Why should I worry

Cause I want to be HERE

Where the grass is greener, and the air's a bit sweeter

And I just want to see

The world and people around me

The way that YOU want me to see

So don't give me what I want

Just give me what I need

Don't give me what I want

Just give me what I need

Oh-oh

Cause the birds of the air neither sow nor reap

Like the flowers and the trees, You are clothing me

Why should I worry

Why should I worry

Oh-oh

Why should I worry

Why should I worry

Oh

For tomorrow will worry about itself