It was more like a dream than realitynI must have thought it was a dream while she was here with menWhen she was near I didn't think she would leavenWhen she was gone it was too much to believenSo with tomorrow I will borrownAnother moment of joy and sorrownAnd another dream and another with tomorrownSo if there some day won't be time just to look behindnThere won't be reasons, no descriptions for my place and mindnThere was so much I was told that was not realnSo many things that I could not taste but I could feelnSo with tomorrow I will borrownAnother moment of joy and sorrownAnd another dream and another with tomorrow