Текст песни The Yardbirds - Shapes Of Things

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 heard 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
But 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

Chorus, Lead

Soon I hope that I will find,
Thoughts deep within my mind
That won't displace my kind