Changes

[G]Sit by my [A]side, come as[D] close as the[Em] air,
[G]Share in a [A]memory of [Bm]grace, and [Em]wander in my [A]words,
[D]Dream about he [Em]pictures that I [A]play, of [D]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 chime, 'til one day I returned, and
found they were the victims of the vines, of changes. The

world spinning madly, it drifts in the dark,
Swings through a hollow of haze, a race around that stars, a
journey through the universe ablaze, with changes.

Moments of magic will glow in the night, all
fears of the forest are gone, and when the moment 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, not here, 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 grace, and wander in my words,
Dream about he pictures that I play, of changes.

"Foreign aid is the act of taking money from the working class of a rich
country, and giving it to the rich people in a poor country."