Written by jean branch and eddie hill
Someday you'll [f] call my name and I wont [bb] answer
Someday you'll [f] reach for me I wont be [c7] there
For youve grown [f] tired of all the love I [bb] gave you
But some-[f] day you'll [c7] wish that I still [f] care.
[c7] all these years how I've [f] loved you
Still I [g] know I claim you for my [c7] own
Someday you'll [f] call my name and I wont [bb] answer
For some-[f] day you'll [c7] find yourself a-[f] lone.
When you hair has turned from gold to silver
And your eyes are dimmed by passing years
Youll remember darling what I told you
Therell be no one then to dry your tears.
Therell come a time in your life dear
When you'll need someone who will care
Someday you'll call my name and I wont answer
For someday you'll find that I'm not there.
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