G F G Shapes, of things before my eyes, F G Just teach me to despise. F Will time make men more wise? G F G Here within my lonely frame, F G My eyes just hurt my brain. F But will it seem the same? C Bb Come tomorrow, will I be older? C Bb Come tomorrow, may be a soldier. C Bb D Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? G F G Now, the trees are almost green. F G But will they still be seen? F When time and tide have been. G F G Fall, into your passing hands. F G Please don't destroy these lands. F Don't make them desert sands. C Bb Come tomorrow, will I be older? C Bb Come tomorrow, may be a soldier. C Bb D Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? G F x7 Bb D G F G Soon, I hope that I will find, F G Thoughts deep within my mind. F G That won't disgrace my kind.
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