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 brain

But will it seem the same



(Come tomorrow), will I be older

(Come tomorrow), maybe 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

Boy into your passing hands

Please don't destroy these land

Don't make them desert sands



(Come tomorrow), will I be older

(Come tomorrow), maybe a soldier

(Come tomorrow), may I be bolder than today



Soon I hope that I will find

A seed within my mind

That won't disgrace my kind