The sun on the meadow is summery warm
The stag in the [bad word] free
But gathered together to greet the storm
Tomorrow belongs to me

The branch on the linden is leafy and green
The Rhine gives it's gold to the sea
But somewhere a glory awaits unseen
Tomorrow belongs to me

The babe in his cradle is closing his eyes
The blossom embraces the bee
But soon says a whisper, arise, arise
Tomorrow belongs to me

Now Fatherland, Fatherland, show us the sign
Your children have waited to see
The morning [bad word] when the world is mine
Tomorrow belongs
Tomorrow belongs
Tomorrow belongs to me

Now Fatherland, Fatherland, show us the sign
Your children have waited to see
The morning [bad word] when the world is mine
Tomorrow belongs
Tomorrow belongs
Tomorrow belongs to me!

Tomorrow belongs
Tomorrow belongs
Tomorrow belongs to me!

Now Fatherland, Fatherland, show us the sign
Your children have waited to see
The morning [bad word] when the world is mine
Tomorrow belongs
Tomorrow belongs
Tomorrow belongs to me!