Lyrics Shapes of Things - Live on Beat! Beat! Beat! - 15/03/1967 - 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
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