| Song | Till Tomorrow |
| Artist | Dougie MacLean |
| Album | Early |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lift up your glass to tomorrow | |
| Say your own sad farewells for today | |
| But how can parting be such a sweet sorrow | |
| When you can’t find the right words to say | |
| Oh I can see I will have to be moving | |
| I’ve been standing out here for too long | |
| But I know all the friends I’ll be losing | |
| I will see them again further on | |
| There’s a time when crying comes easy | |
| When there’s more to be lost than be won | |
| And I know that tomorrow might see me | |
| On the other side of the sun | |
| Well I’ve been looking in every direction | |
| For the places that I used to know | |
| But on making a closer inspection | |
| I noticed I didn’t know which way to go | |
| So we’ll finish our glasses together | |
| Then we know we can no longer hide | |
| And the silence will linger forever | |
| It is there and it helps you decide | |
| That it’s not as it seemed in the stories | |
| That you made when you wanted to dream | |
| So you pick up your pieces before you find out | |
| That you might have been left in between |
| Lift up your glass to tomorrow | |
| Say your own sad farewells for today | |
| But how can parting be such a sweet sorrow | |
| When you can' t find the right words to say | |
| Oh I can see I will have to be moving | |
| I' ve been standing out here for too long | |
| But I know all the friends I' ll be losing | |
| I will see them again further on | |
| There' s a time when crying comes easy | |
| When there' s more to be lost than be won | |
| And I know that tomorrow might see me | |
| On the other side of the sun | |
| Well I' ve been looking in every direction | |
| For the places that I used to know | |
| But on making a closer inspection | |
| I noticed I didn' t know which way to go | |
| So we' ll finish our glasses together | |
| Then we know we can no longer hide | |
| And the silence will linger forever | |
| It is there and it helps you decide | |
| That it' s not as it seemed in the stories | |
| That you made when you wanted to dream | |
| So you pick up your pieces before you find out | |
| That you might have been left in between |
| Lift up your glass to tomorrow | |
| Say your own sad farewells for today | |
| But how can parting be such a sweet sorrow | |
| When you can' t find the right words to say | |
| Oh I can see I will have to be moving | |
| I' ve been standing out here for too long | |
| But I know all the friends I' ll be losing | |
| I will see them again further on | |
| There' s a time when crying comes easy | |
| When there' s more to be lost than be won | |
| And I know that tomorrow might see me | |
| On the other side of the sun | |
| Well I' ve been looking in every direction | |
| For the places that I used to know | |
| But on making a closer inspection | |
| I noticed I didn' t know which way to go | |
| So we' ll finish our glasses together | |
| Then we know we can no longer hide | |
| And the silence will linger forever | |
| It is there and it helps you decide | |
| That it' s not as it seemed in the stories | |
| That you made when you wanted to dream | |
| So you pick up your pieces before you find out | |
| That you might have been left in between |