You'll have smiles on your face like crickets and stars in August
Photographed stories in a leather-bound album
Roars of supersonic jets that raise heads
And the darkness at dawn that turns silver in the windowpane
You'll have a telephone nearby that already signals waiting
The foam of wild waves that trail one another at sea
And white trousers to show it's already summer
A train for America without stops
You'll have two sweeter tears to dry
A dying sun and shellfish catchers
And mountain snow and hillside rain
You'll have an ice-cream stick to suck
You'll have an innocent belle and young pain
Boulevards of leaves aflame to set your heart alight
And you'll have a seat to perch upon, and hours
Empty as a chocolate egg
And a friend who'll have let you down; betrayed, deceived you...
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You'll have, you'll have, you'll have
Your time to go far
You'll walk, forgetting; you'll pause, dreaming
And you'll have, you'll have, you'll have
The same sad hope of mine
And you'll feel you haven't ever loved enough
If love, love you'll have...
You'll have new words to look for when evening comes
And a hundred bridges to cross to make the railing ring
The first cigarette that fumes up a bit of a cough
Christmases of holly and red candles
You'll have a job to toil over
Mornings drenched in shivers and dewdrops
Amusement arcades and pebbles in the streets
You'll have memories, umbrellas, and keys to forget
And you'll have caresses to speak with canines
And it will always be Sunday tomorrow
And you'll have dialogues enclosed within, and hands
That rummage through the pockets of life
And a radio to learn that the war is over...
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