he 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 
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 
Tomorrow belongs to me

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

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