It Will Be My Day Charles Aznavour

At eighteen I grew restless for the city
I'd see its lights that beckoned from afar
I packed my dreams, assured I'd be successful
I'd sing my songs, I'd soon become a star

I needed clothes to make the right impression
I bought a suit, the finest tailor-made
Had an act, then designed, with the ladies in mind
Endure the debt I felt would be repaid

I dreamed I would be emblazoned in neon
The biggest, the best, above all the rest, wherever I'd play
I dreamed I would be acknowledged the greatest
The cream of the crop, it's good at the top, I was there to stay

The loveliest girls would gather around me
With photos to sign, they all would be mine for less than a smile
My curtain would cue, resounding ovations
Their deafening roar would ring out for more, I'd go off in style"

The older that I become, my features are ageing
My voice is still there, my gesture's precise, my talent would glow
At times I've had bitterness, for nothing has happened
I've struggled and strived, but never arrived, and I'm still unknown

And yet, yet I believe that my time is coming
If given the breaks, I've got what it takes to go all the way
Then under my feet the stage would be pulsing
Finally I'd be there in the spotlights glare, it would be my day