Shapes, of things before my eyes, Shapes, of things before my eyes,
Just teach me to despise. Just teach me to despise.
Will time make men more wise? Will time make men more wise?
. .
Here within my lonely frame Here within my lonely frame
my eyes just heart my brain my eyes just heart my brain
But will it seem the same? But will it seem the same?
. .
(Come Tomorrow) Will I be older? (Come Tomorrow) Will I be older?
(Come Tomorrow) May be a soldier (Come Tomorrow) May be a soldier
(Come Tomorrow) May I be bolder than today? (Come Tomorrow) May I be bolder than today?
. .
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Now the trees are almost green Now the trees are almost green
But will they still be seen? But will they still be seen?
When time and tide have been When time and tide have been
. .
Fall into your passing hands Fall into your passing hands
Please don’t destroy these lands Please don’t destroy these lands
Don’t make them desert sands Don’t make them desert sands
. .
(Come Tomorrow) Will I be older? (Come Tomorrow) Will I be older?
(Come Tomorrow) May be a soldier (Come Tomorrow) May be a soldier
(Come Tomorrow) May I be bolder than today? (Come Tomorrow) May I be bolder than today? . .
. .
Soon, I hope that I will find Soon, I hope that I will find Thoughts deep within my mind Thoughts deep within my mind
That won’t discrase my kind That won’t discrase my kind
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