From the musical 'Who Is Sinclair Nye" by Valerie Cutko & Michael Roulston.
lyrics
Hear that voice calling from tomorrow,
Feel that song crying to be sung
See that end to worry and sorrow
Taste that sweet tomorow on your tongue
I was born a sentimental sinner
I was always lookin for a chance
I may be an sorrowful beginner
But I got nat'ral talent for the dance
Done my time a-workin and a-weepin
Lost my way in the weary war
Heaven, carry me to a new morning
Carry me to that beautiful shore
For the battle was never meant for fighting
The glory never meant to be
In tomorrow's sweetness I'm delighting
In the distant gleaming I can see
No longer terrified and tender
No more my spirit frayed and torn
For my victory lay in my surrender
In surrender my burden shall be born
Done my time a-workin and a-weepin
Lost my way in the weary war
Heaven, carry me to a new morning
Carry me to that beautiful shore
Hear that voice calling from tomorrow,
Feel that song crying to be sung
See that end to worry and sorrow
Taste that sweet tomorrow ...
Taste that sweet tomorrow...
Taste that sweet tomorow on your tongue.
