≈≈  Shapes Of Things ≈≈
    The Yardbirds

G . . . F . . . G . .••• . 
C . . Bb . . . C . . . Bb . . . ••• . . .  D

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 heard my brain
But will it seem the same?  V ^ V ^  V  ^

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  But will they still be seen
When time and tide have been?

Fallin' 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?

Solo . . . 

Soon I hope that I will find  Thoughts deep within my mind
That won't displace my kind V  ^  V  ^  V


Or maybe
 E . . . D . . . E. . . D . . . E. . . D . . . D
A . . . G . . . A . . .G . . . A . . . ••• B
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