Clementine

If tomorrow's sun doesn't shineIf no creatures stir in the morning timeIf the clouds go still in the skyAnd the days roll in and pass us byI will ride your elevatorWe'll stay out 'til it is laterIf tomorrow's sun doesn't shineAt least I'll have my ClementineIf tomorrow's moon doesn't showIf our dreams go lost in the winter snowAnd the flowers wither and dieAnd the waterfalls go low and dryWill you meet me in the gardenWe'll say 'please' and 'beg your pardonIf tomorrow's sun doesn't shineAt least I'll have my ClementineThere's a place that nobody knowsThere's a packing up of a summer clothesIn the lazy days of my mindYou've always been my ClementineClementine