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