Text: Debby Boone. Reflections of Rosemary. The Best Is Yet To Come.

Out of the tree of life
I just picked me a plum
You came along
And everything's starting to hum

Still it's a real good bet
The best is yet to come
Yes, it's a real good bet
The best is yet to come

The best is yet to come
And babe, won't it be fine?
You think you've seen the sun
But you ain't seen it shine

Wait till the warm up's underway
Wait till our lips have met
Wait till you see that sunshine day
You ain't seen nothing yet

The best is yet to come
And babe, won't it be fine?
The best is yet to come
Come the day you're mine
The best is yet to come
Come the day you're mine

Come the day you're mine
I'm gonna teach you to fly
Yeah, we've only tasted the wine
We're gonna drain the cup dry

Wait till your charms are right
For these arms to surround
You think you've flown before
You ain't left the ground

Wait till you're locked in my embrace
Wait till I draw you near
Wait till you see that sunshine place
Ain't nothing like it here

The best is yet to come
And babe, won't it be fine?
The best is yet to come
Come the day you're mine

The best is yet to come
Come the day you're mine
The best is yet to come
Come the day you're mine
You're mine