If you ever hear my voice
In the blowing of the leaves
Someday, someday, someday
I'll be standing there
In a worn-out sweater
Someday, someday, someday
I'll still love you
When I'm worn and you're blue
Someday, someday, someday
I'll be fearing the day
When your voice starts to fade
Someday, someday, someday.