Where I'Ll Be Tomorrow Poem by Thomas Noel Smith

The harbor drifts away,
And the lights grow dim
As my ship sails far
From the land I knew.
Many's the day I wandered
To the waterfront
And watched the ships come sailing in,

And many's the night
I stood in the shadows
And watched them sail out to sea.
Now I stand on the deck,
Leaving the quiet ways
And simple life I knew so well.

The evening fog drifts in
And blankets the sleeping town.
The dock and the streets,
The lamps and the lights,
Touch my mind
Like a painting that holds my heart,
A portrait I'll remember,
When nostalgia calls to me.

The town has faded in the night,
And I wonder
If memories will fade
When I'm far away.
It's not the leaving that grieves me,
But all the nights I spent
In good company

Amid laughter and song,
And all the pretty maids
With their big bright eyes-
All that I was and all that I am
Still lives within that quiet town-
That quiet town, far away
From where I'll be tomorrow.