Changes - Phil Ochs

Sit by my side

Come as close as the air

Share in a memory of gray

Wander in my words

Dream about the pictures

That I play of changes

Green leaves of summer

Turn red in the fall

To brown and to yellow

They fade

And then they have to die

Trapped within the circle time

Parade of changes

Scenes of my young years

Were warm in my mind

Visions of shadows that shine

Till one day I returned

And found they were

The victims of the vines of changes

The world's spinning madly

It drifts in the dark

Swings through a hollow of haze

A race around the stars

A Journey through

The universe ablaze

With changes

Moments of magic

Will glow in the night

All fears of the forest are gone

But when the morning breaks

They're swept away by golden

Drops of dawn of changes

Passions will part to

A strange melody

As fires will sometimes burn cold

Like petals in the wind

We're puppets to the silver

Strings of souls of changes

Your tears will be trembling

Now we're somewhere else

One last cup of wine we will pour

And I'll kiss you one more time

And leave you on the rolling river

Shore of changes

So sit by my side

Come as close as the air

Share in a memory of gray

Wander in my words

Dream about the pictures

That I play of changes