Tono: G
Introducción:
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 G
Soon, I hope that I will find,
F G
Thoughts deep within my mind.
F G
That won't disgrace my kind.