文本歌词

Shapes Of Things - Jeff Beck (杰夫·贝克)/Eric Clapton (艾力克·克莱普顿)
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