The Primitives
Where Will You Be?
Where will you be when the leaves fall
And the summer is thru
When flowers have died
And the birds have flown
And I’ve given my love to you
Where will you be when the snows fall
And winter winds blow cold
Will I just have your memory
Or will I still have you to hold
Where will you be when the grass grows
Or is that too far to see
Where will you be in the morning my love
Will you still be here with me
Oh where will you be