Lyrics:
Shapes of things before my eyesJust teach me to despiseWill time make man more wise?Here, within my lonely frameMy eyes just hurt my brainBut will it seem the same?Come tomorrow, will I be older?Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier?Come tomorrow, will I be bolder than today?Now, the trees are almost greenBut will they still be seenWhen time and tide have been?Soon, I hope that I will findThoughts deep within my mindThat won't disgrace my kindCome tomorrow, will I be older?Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier?Come tomorrow, will I be bolder than today?Shapes of things before my eyesJust teach me to despiseWill time make man more wise?