Changes

Sit by my side come as close as the air sharing a memory of grey

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

For 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 rolling

river shore of changes