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   Will it seem the same?      Come tomorrow, will I be older?   Come tomorrow, may be a soldier   Come tomorrow, will I be bolder than today?      Now the trees are almost green   But will they still be seen   When time and tide have been?      Oh, into your passing hands   Please don't destroy your lands   Don't make them desert sands      Come tomorrow, will I be older?   Come tomorrow, may be a soldier   Come tomorrow, will I be bolder than today?      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, will I be bolder than today?      Now the trees are almost green   But will they still be seen   When time and tide have been?      Oh, into your passing hands   Please don't destroy your lands   Don't make them desert sands