The Yardbirds: "Shapes Of Things" Lyrics

Shapes of things before my eyes

Just teach me to despise

Will time make man more wise



Here within my lonely frame

My eyes just hurt my brian

But girl it seems theyre saying



Come tomorrow, Will I be older

Come tomorrow, Maybe a soldier

Come tomorrow, May I be bolder then today



Now the trees are almost green

But will they still be seen

When time and tide have been



Fallen into your passing hands

Please dont destroy these lands

Dont make them desert sands



Come tomorrow, Will I be older

Come tomorrow, Maybe a soldier

Come tomorrow, May I be bolder then today



Soon I hope that i will find

Thoughts deep within my mind

That wont disgrace my kind