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(Phil Ochs)
1. Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share
in a memory of gray;
Wander in my words, and dream about the pictures
That I
play of changes.
2. 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 serpentine
parade of changes.
3. Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,
Visions
of shadows that shine.
Til one day I returned to find they were the
Victims of
the winds of changes.
4. The world's spinning madly, it drifts in the dark
Swings through a hollow of haze,
A race around the stars, a journey through
A
universe ablaze with changes.
5. Passions will part to a strange melody.
As
fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like pedals in the wind, we're puppets to the silver
strings of souls, of changes.
6. 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.
(repeat first
verse)
Recorded by Phil Ochs, also Ian & Sylvia - Play One More
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Music, Inc.
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