The branch of the linden is leafy and green,
The Rhine gives its gold to the sea.
But somewhere a glory awaits unseen.
Tomorrow belongs to me.
The babe in his cradle is closing his eyes
The blossom embraces the bee.
But soon, says a whisper;
“Arise, arise, tomorrow belongs to me”
Oh Fatherland, Fatherland show us the sign
Your children have waited to see
The morning will come when the world is mine
Tomorrow belongs to me.