One of these days I'll live my life,
One of these days time will be ripe,
One of these days my flute will play,
Melodies of dreams, of unsung lays.
Time is passing, gliding away,
Oh when shall I live my own days?
One of these days my voice will sing
Songs of my heart in the world will ring,
One of these days my arms will hold
Garlands of sunlight bright as marigold.
Time is passing, gliding away,
Oh when shall I live my own days?
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