

Prompt / 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
Tags
country, 90s country ballad with nylon-string guitar fingerpicking, gentle brushes on snare, and warm pedal steel swells; male vocals up-front and tender, verses 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 bittersweet, lingering close, heartfelt
5:19
No
4/18/2026