Miss Scarlett O’Hara, you started this mess.
I’ve followed your pattern in times of distress.
I’ve made up my mind to refuse to face facts,
To put off ’til tomorrow decisions to act.
When things don’t go my way, I simply surmise
That somehow tomorrow will bring bluer skies.
“I’ll worry about it tomorrow,” I say,
And simply refuse to deal with it today.
Unfortunately, this plan has lots of holes.
The most obvious one is what everyone knows:
Putting off ’til tomorrow ev’ry problem is dumb;
Postponement is failure, for tomorrow never comes.
Once in a great while a songwriter composes a piece that has an amazing, unique quality that causes it to last and last and last, blessing generation after generation. It goes beyond time and touches hearts with poignancy and, at the same time with hope. Personally, I believe this song is one of those unique compositions. I’ve said it in the past, and I’m saying it again today — and I’m very likely to say it again in the future. In my humble opinion, this song by Irving Kahal and Sammy Fain is the greatest love song ever written.