Rod McKuen

Some day some old familiar rain will come along and know my name
And then my shelter will be gone and I'll have to move along
But 'till I do I'll stay awhile and track the hidden country of your smile

Some day the man I use to be will come along and call on me
And then because I'm just a man, you'll find my feet are made of sand
But 'till that time I'll tell you lies and charter hidden bound'ries of your eyes

Some day the world I use to know will come along and bid me go
Then I'll be leaving you behind for love is just a state of mind
But 'till that day I'll be your man and love away your troubles if I can
And 'till that day I'll be your man and love away your troubles if I can