All Tomorrow`s Parties Lyrics

All Tomorrow`s Parties

(Reed)   And what costume shall the poor girl wear  To all tomorrow's parties  A
hand-me-down dress from who knows where  To all tomorrow's parties   And where
will she go and what shall she do  When midnight comes around  She'll turn once
more to Sunday's clown  And cry behind the door   And what costume shall the
poor girl wear  To all tomorrow's parties  Why silks and linens of yesterday's
gowns  To all tomorrow's parties   And what will she do with Thursday's rags 
When Monday comes around  She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown  And cry
behind the door   And what costume shall the poor girl wear  To all tomorrow's
parties  For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown  For whom none will go mourning
  A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown  Of rags and silks, a costume  Fit
for one who sits and cries  For all tomorrow's parties