All Tomorrow's Parties

(l. reed)



And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

A hand-me-down dress from who knows where

To all tomorrow's parties





And where will she go and what shall she do

When midnight comes around

She'll turn once more to sunday's gown

And cry behind the door





And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

Why silks and plumes of yesterday's gowns

To all tomorrow's parties





And what shall she do with thursday's rags

When monday comes around

She'll turn once more to sunday's clown

And cry behind the door





And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

For thursday's child is sunday's clown

For whom none will go mourning





A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown

Of rags and silks, a costume

Fit for one who sits and cries

For all tomorrow's parties




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