The Yardbirds - Shapes Of Things - Original текст песни

Текст песни Shapes Of Things - Original - The Yardbirds



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?
Fallin′ 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



Авторы: Keith Relf, Paul Samwell-smith, James Stanley Mccarty


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