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The Supremes – Someday We’ll Be Together

Introduction

The Supremes’ “Someday We’ll Be Together” is a soul-stirring ballad that marks the end of an era for the iconic Motown group. Released in 1969, the song became a poignant farewell to the original lineup, with Diana Ross taking center stage before pursuing her solo career. Let’s delve into the bittersweet beauty of “Someday We’ll Be Together” and explore the emotional resonance it carries from The Supremes’ storied legacy.

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1. Farewell to the Original Trio

“Someday We’ll Be Together” holds a significant place in music history as the farewell single for the original Supremes lineup. Diana Ross, Mary Wilson, and Cindy Birdsong recorded the song, but it was primarily promoted as a farewell to Ross as she embarked on her solo career.

2. Chart-Topping Success

Despite the transitional phase for The Supremes, “Someday We’ll Be Together” became a resounding success. The song reached number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart, marking the group’s twelfth and final chart-topping single before Diana Ross departed to pursue her solo endeavors.

3. Soulful Melodies

The song’s soulful melodies and heartfelt lyrics convey a sense of longing and hope. Diana Ross’s emotive vocals, backed by the harmonies of Mary Wilson and Cindy Birdsong, create a captivating blend that resonates with listeners, making it a timeless ballad.

4. Solo Stardom

Following the release of “Someday We’ll Be Together,” Diana Ross went on to achieve immense success as a solo artist. Her departure marked the end of an era for The Supremes, but it also signaled the beginning of a remarkable solo career that solidified her status as a musical icon.

5. Legacy of Love

The legacy of “Someday We’ll Be Together” endures as a testament to The Supremes’ impact on the Motown sound and Diana Ross’s lasting influence in the world of music. The song remains a poignant reminder of transitions and new beginnings within the realms of love and music.

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Lyrics: Someday We’ll Be Together

[Mercedes:]
Ooo,
Woo-ooo,
Yeah,
Ooo,

[The Choir (Mercedes):]
Someday (Uh huh) we’ll be together

[Mercedes (The Choir):]
We’ll be together
Yeah,

You’re far away
From me my love (My baby)
And just as sure my, my baby
As there are stars above

[Mercedes with the Choir:]
I wanna say, wanna say, wanna say

[The Choir (Mercedes):]
Someday (Someday!) we’ll be together
(We’ll be, we’ll be together, yeah)
Someday (Someday!) we’ll be together
(We’ll be together, oh yeah)

[Mercedes (The Choir):]
My love is yours, baby
Oh, right from the stars (Oo, oo, oo)
You, you, you posses my soul now honey (Possess my soul now honey)
And I know, I know you own my heart
And I wanna say

[The Choir (Mercedes):]
Someday (Someday!) we’ll be together
(We’re gonna be together, be together, baby!)
(Someday)
We’ll be together (We’ll be together, oh!)

[Mercedes (The Choir):]
Long time ago
My, my sweet thing
I made a big mistake, honey
I say I said goodbye

[Mercedes with the Choir:]
Oh, oh baby

[Mercedes (The Choir):]
Ever, (Ever) ever, ever, ever, and ever (Ever)
Ever since that day (Every since that day)
(All I wanna do)
Now, now all I, all I wanna do is
(All I wanna do is)
Oh is cry, (Cry) cry, (Cry) ([with the Choir:] cry!)

[Mercedes (The Choir):]
Hey,
I long for you (Oh, baby) every, every night
Woo, just to kiss your sweet, sweet lips,
Baby,
(Kiss your sweet lips)
Hold you ever, ever so tight
(And I wanna say)
And I wanna say

[The Choir (Mercedes):]
Someday (Oh!) (We’ll be together)
(Yeah!)
Someday (Someday)
We’ll be together (Oh we’ll be together, yes we will!)
Someday (Someday) we’ll be together (Oooh, oh, oh, oh, no!)

[Mercedes with the Choir:]
Someday, we’ll be together!

 

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