The sun on the meadow is sunnily warm, The sky in the forest runs free, But gather together to greet the storm, Tomorrow belongs to me. The branch of the linden is leafy and green, The rage has deserted the scene, But somehow a glory awaits unseen, Tomorrow belongs to me. The babe in his cradle is soundly asleep, The blossom embraces the bee, But soon says a whisper, arise, arise, Tomorrow belongs to me. O fatherland, fatherland, show us the sign, Your children have waited to see, The morning will come when the world is mine, Tomorrow belongs, tomorrow belongs, Tomorrow belongs to me.