Shapes of Things Songtext
von Jeff Beck & The Yardbirds

The shapes of the things before my eyes
Just teach me to despise
Will time make man more wise
Here within my lone refrain
My eyes just hurt my brain
But all have seen these things

Come tomorrow we′ll all be older
Come tomorrow maybe I'll be a soldier
Come tomorrow maybe I′ll be more bolder than today


Now the trees are almost green
But will they still be soon
When time and tide have been
Born to your parson hands
Please don't destroy these lands
Don't make them desert sands

Come tomorrow we′ll all be older
Come tomorrow maybe I′ll be a soldier
Come tomorrow maybe I'll be more bolder than today

Soon I hope that I will find
What′s deep within my mind
That won't disgrace my kind.