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 heard 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.   Fall into your passing hands.   Please don't destroy these lands.   Don't make them desert sands.      Chorus      Soon I hope that I will find,   Thoughts deep within my mind.   That won't displace my kind