Rod McKuen



Some day some old familiar rain will come along and know my name.

And then my shelter will be gone and I'll have to move along.

But 'till I do I'll stay awhile and track the hidden country of your smile.



Some day the man I use to be will come along and call on me.

And then because I'm just a man, you'll find my feet are made of sand.

But 'till that time I'll tell you lies and chart the hidden bound'ries of your eyes.



Some day the world I use to know will come along and bid me go.

Then I'll be leaving you behind for love is just a state of mind.

But 'till that day I'll be your man and love away your troubles if I can.

And 'till that day I'll be your man and love away your troubles if I can.