Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dear Anna, it’s me
They say I don’t have long
So I’m borrowin’ this scrap of time
To fold my heart into this song
There’s mud on my hands
And your picture by my chest
But somehow I can see our porch
And that blue dress I loved best
[Pre-Chorus]
If this paper finds your fingers
Before these hands grow cold
Know I held you in my mind
More than any flag I’d ever hold
[Chorus]
’Til the morrow, I’ll be reachin’
Through the dark to where you are
Every prayer you’re softly speakin’
Rides the night to my faint star
If the sunrise doesn’t find me
Where the wild wind shakes these pines
’Til the morrow, ’til the morrow
I am yours and you are mine
[Verse 2]
Tell Ben to keep swingin’
At every pitch life throws
Tell our girl, when she gets taller
Her daddy loved that crooked nose
There’s a ring on your finger
I wish I’d kissed one more time
So kiss it when the house is quiet
Hear my laugh between the chimes
[Pre-Chorus]
I left my boots by the bedside
For the day I’d walk back through
If they stay there gatherin’ dust
Let ’em stand there thinkin’ of you
[Chorus]
’Til the morrow, I’ll be reachin’
Through the dark to where you are
Every prayer you’re softly speakin’
Rides the night to my faint star
If the sunrise doesn’t find me
Where the wild wind shakes these pines
’Til the morrow, ’til the morrow
I am yours and you are mine
[Bridge]
There’s a boy here from Kentucky
Got this letter in his hand (yeah)
Swore he’d knock on our front door
Said, “I’ll get you home, my friend” (oh)
So when a stranger tips his hat
And can’t quite meet your eyes
Know he carried me the last miles
Through his promise and your sighs
[Chorus]
’Til the morrow, I’ll be reachin’
Through the dark to where you are
Every tear you hide in silence
Finds its way to this old heart
If the sunrise doesn’t find me
Where the wild wind shakes these pines
’Til the morrow, ’til the morrow
I am yours and you are mine
’Til the morrow, ’til forever
I am yours and you are mine
Style
country90s country ballad with nylon-string guitar fingerpickinggentle brushes on snareand warm pedal steel swells; male vocals up-front and tenderverses in an intimate hush that bloom into a chorus with stacked harmonies and a subtle organ pad; final chorus pulls back to voice and guitar for a bittersweetlingering closeheartfelt
Prompt
‘Til The Morrow’ a hero mortally wounded in battle writes his last letter to his wife and hands it to a fellow soldier who promises to deliver the letter himself. 90s country, heartfelt, nylon guitar
Credits
Prompt by
ChazzTheSpazz
ChazzTheSpazzGeneratedApr 18, 2026
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