Here Today...and Gone Tomorrow;
A little joy...a little sorrow;
Not ours to keep...but just to borrow, Lord.
Here Today...and Gone Tomorrow.

A child is born... in tribulation.
He needs a friend...for consolation.
He finds a love...in celebration, Lord,
'cause you know how hard it is to be alone.

Here Today...and Gone Tomorrow;
A little joy...a little sorrow;
Not ours to keep...but just to borrow, Lord.
Here Today...and Gone Tomorrow.

Silver hair...an old wool sweater
With trembling hands...he writes a letter:
\"Dear old friend, I hope you're feeling better now,
'cause you're all that I have left since she's gone.\"

Here Today...and Gone Tomorrow.
A little joy...a little sorrow.
Not ours to keep...but just to borrow, Lord.
Here Today and Gone Tomorrow.