Lady What's Tomorrow

Look up, little brother Can you see the clover? No not over there A little bit left and over there Now look and see the lilac tree The lily pond, the skylark's song The open air but no one cares If branches live and die out there Remember when you were nine And I was ten We would run into the woods No, we never will again And lady, what's tomorrow? What's tomorrow anyway? If it's not the same as now It's the same as yesterday Yes lady, what's tomorrow? Will it be the same as now? Will the farmer push the pen? Will the writer pull the plough? Look up, little brother Can you see the clover? Oh, sorry but it's over Now there's concrete and no clover