The scene reappears from the days of old.
A yellowed picture we ain’t seen far too long.
You sit by the sea, the sun’s going down. The rainbow and the rain
are glowing through the harbor. An old boat setting sail.
The nights’ sultry fragrance, the music on the streets -
one day I’ll show you it’s still hasn’t changed.
Don’t listen to the doctor. He’ll see that he was wrong.
I know you’ll make it through, ‘cos you are strong.

You’ll dance like you used to.
They’ll ask who this beauty could be.
As she smiles, a wonderful sight to see.
And time is on our side.
The saying was never more true.
Tomorrow – believe me – won’t be blue.

Whatever we’ve got, we always got by.
There’s a way again. Let’s give it a try.
Don’t take it too hard whatever they say.
I’ll be your doctor and your maid.
You’ll make it through. Don’t be afraid.

You’ll dance like you used to.
They’ll ask who this beauty could be.
As she smiles, a wonderful sight to see.
And time is on our side.
The saying was never more true.
Tomorrow – believe me – won’t be blue.
Tomorrow – believe me – won’t be blue.
Tomorrow – believe me – won’t be blue.