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