Changes, ©1966 by Phil Ochs, as sung by Gordon Lightfoot Sit by my side come as close as the air Share in a memory of gray And wander in my words And 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 Moments of magic will glow in the night All fears of the forest are gone And when the morning breaks They're swept away by golden drops of dawn, of changes Passions will part to a warm melody As fires will sometimes turn 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 I'll kiss you one more time And leave you on the rollin' river shore, of changes