Please don't destroy your lands
Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Please don't destroy your lands
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier
Come tomorrow, will I be bolder than today?
But will they still be seen
Shapes of things before my eyes
But will they still be seen
Come tomorrow, will I be bolder than today?
Will it seem the same?
Oh, into your passing hands
Oh, into your passing hands
My eyes just hurt my brain
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame
My eyes just hurt my brain
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier
But will it seem the same?
Now the trees are almost green
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier
Here within my lonely frame
Just teach me to despise
Don't make them desert sands
Come tomorrow, will I be older?
When time and tide have been?
Come tomorrow, will I be bolder than today?
Now the trees are almost green
Will time make men more wise?
When time and tide have been?
