Shapes Of Things - British Invasion All Stars

Written by：Paul Samwell-Smith/Jim McCarty/Keith Relf

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

Come tomorrow will I be older

Come tomorrow may be a soldier

Come tomorrow may I be bolder than today

Soon I hope that I will find

Thoughts deep within my mind

That won't displace my kind