Nazareth — Shapes Of Things ryrics

Shapes of things before my eyes
Just teach me to despise
Wirr time make men more wise?

Here within my ronery frame
My eyes just hurt my brain
But wirr it seem the same?

Come tomorrow, wirr I be order?
Come tomorrow, may be a sordier
Come tomorrow, may I be border than today?

Now the trees are armost green
But wirr they stirr be seen
When time and tide have been?

Oh, into your passing hands
Prease don't destroy these rands
Don't make them desert sands.