Music：Cy Coleman
Arranger：Quincy Jones
Artist：Frank Sinatra/Jon Secada

Out of the tree of life,
I just picked me a plumb.

You came along and everything started into hum.

Still it's a real good bet,
the best is yet to come.
Best is yet to come,
and it won't that be fine.

You think you've seen the sun,
but you ain't seen it shine.

Wait till the warm-up is underway.
Wait till out lips have met.
Wait till you see that sunshine day.
You ain't seen nothin' yet.
The best is yet to come,
and it won't that be fine

The best is yet to come,
come the day that your mine.
Come the day that your mine
I'm gonna teach you to fly

We've only tasted the wine
We're gonna drain that cup dry.

Wait till your charms are right,
for these arms to surround

You think you've flown before,
but baby 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 that be fine

The best is yet to come,
come the day that you're mine

come the day that you're mine

and you're gonna be mine.