Shapes Of Things

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?
Oh, into your passing hands
Please dont destroy these lands
Dont make them desert sands.
(copyright 1966 b.feldman & co. ltd.)
(p.samwell-smith/k.relf/j.mccarty)

song performed by by Nazareth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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