Don’t worry about tomorrow, Lord, you’ll know it when it comes,
When the rock and roll music meets the risin’ sun.
Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore,
lightly sung, her song is the latch on the mornings door
Don’t worry about tomorrow, Lord, you’ll know it when it comes,
When the rock and roll music meets the risin’ sun.
Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore,
lightly sung, her song is the latch on the mornings door