Changes

The Brothers Four



Changes


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


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

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

Wander in my words,
dream about the pictures
That I play of changes