Music by: John Kander Lyrics by: Fred Ebb   The day will come   He'll come running to me   The day the sun turns black   And there's a money tree      The day will come   He'll be changing his tune   When there's a granite lake   And a cotton moon      And I listen   To all of his   Sorryful pleas   And I'll forgive him   And life will be cool as a breeze   When the rain falls up!      The day will come   He'll come back to my arms   And the slate is clean   When the snow is green      And we'll share a love   Idealic, and final, and free   Yeah the time will come   When he'll never stray   On a never gone   Of a never day   When the green dollar fits   On the silver money tree   That old money tree   Oh, yeah!      A granite lake   And a cotton moon   And he'll tremble, and stammer   And say he was wrong   And together is how we will always belong   When the earth stands still      The day will come   He'll come back to my arms   And forget the past   When a snail runs after (Sharili)*      Idealic, and final, and free   Yeah, the time will come   When he'll never stray   On the never gone   Of the never day   When we all take turns   On the silver money tree   He'll come back to me