Deep Purple - Shapes of Things

Ah, 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 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? Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier