Shapes of things 가사

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 don't destroy these lands Don't make them desert sands.