Artist: Frank Sinatra
From the album: It Might As Well Be Swing
Year: 1964
Arranger: Quincy Jones
Lyrics by: Carolyn Leigh
Music by: Cy Coleman
Out of the tree of life,
I just picked me a plumb
You came along
and everything started to hum
Still it’s a real good bet,
the best is yet to come
The best is yet to come,
and won’t that be fine?
You think you’ve seen the sun,
but you ain’t seen it shine
Wait till the warm-up is underway
Wait till out lips have met
Wait till you see that sunshine day
You ain’t seen nothin’ yet
The best is yet to come,
and babe won’t it be fine
The best is yet to come,
come the day that your mine
Come the day that your mine
I’m gonna teach you to fly
We’ve only tasted the wine
We’re gonna drain that cup dry
Wait till your charms are right,
for the arms to surround
You think you’ve flown before,
but you ain’t left the ground
Wait till you’re locked in my embrace
Wait till I hold you near
Wait till you see that sunshine place
There ain’t nothin’ like it here
The best is yet to come,
and won’t that be fine
The best is yet to come,
come the day that your mine
come the day that your mine
And you’re gonna be mine