Shapes Of Things Lyrics - Nazareth

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