Gordon Lightfoot 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 'Til 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 shores 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
