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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Capo III