Lyrics
Ah, shapes of things before my eyes
Just teach me to despise
Will time make men more wise?
Here, within my lonely frame
My eyes just hurt my brain
But will it seem the same?
Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today
Now the trees are almost green
Will they still be seen
When time and tide have been?
Fall into your passing hands
Please don't destroy these lands
Don't make them desert sands
Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?
Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier