Yardbirds - Shapes of things

^GShapes, of ^Fthings before my ^Geyes, Just ^Fteach me to des^Gpise. Will ^Ftime make men more wise? ^GHere with^Fin my lonely ^Gframe, My ^Feyes just hurt my ^Gbrain. But ^Fwill it seem the same?

^CCome tomorrow, ^Bbwill I be older? ^CCome tomorrow, ^Bbmay be a soldier. ^CCome tomorrow, ^Bbmay I be bolder than to^Dday?

^GNow, the ^Ftrees are almost ^Ggreen. But ^Fwill they still be ^Gseen? When ^Ftime and tide have been. ^GFall, in^Fto your passing ^Ghands. Please ^Fdon't destroy these ^Glands. Don't ^Fmake them desert sands.

^CCome tomorrow, ^Bbwill I be older? ^CCome tomorrow, ^Bbmay be a soldier. ^CCome tomorrow, ^Bbmay I be bolder than to^Dday?

^GSoon, I ^Fhope that I will ^Gfind, Thoughts ^Fdeep within my ^Gmind. That ^Fwon't disgrace my ^Gkind.