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
but will they still be seen
when time and tide have been
4
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
5
soon i hope that i will find
thoughts deep within my mind
that won’t disgrace my kind
Artist: The Yardbirds
Year: 1966
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 67