Someday, some morning sometime, sometime

I'd like to hold your hand in mine,

Someday, some morning, sometime



I'd like to tell you you're pretty and fine,

Your face will smile and your eyes will shine

Someday, some morning, sometime



I'll build you a house all covered in vines,

I'll bring you a nickel, i'll bring you a dime,

Someday, some morning, sometime



Five six seven and eight oh nine

I'll take you down where the birds fly by

Someday, some morning, sometime



Words: woody guthrie (1948) - music: jeff tweedy (2000)