Where Will You Be? - The Primitives

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