Changes

Changes
By Phil Ochs


VERSE 1
[G] Sit by my [A] side, come as [D] close as the [Em] air; [G] share in a [A] memory of [F#m] gray, and [Bm] wander in my [Em] words, [A] dream about the [D] pictures that I [Em]pla[A]ay of [D] changes.


VERSE 2
[G] Green leaves of [A] summer turn [D] red in the [Em] fall, to [G] brown and to [A] yellow they [F#m] fade—and [Bm] then they have to [Em] die, [A] trapped within the [D] circle time pa[Em]ra[A]ade of [D]changes.


VERSE 3
[G] Scenes of my [A] young years were [D] warm in my [Em] mind, [G] visions of [A] shadows that [F#m] shine—’til [Bm] one day I re[Em]turned and [A] found they were the [D] victims of the [Em] vi[A]ines of [D]changes.


VERSE 4
The [G] world's spinning [A] madly, it [D] drifts in the [Em] dark, [G] swings through a [A] hollow of [F#m] haze—a [Bm] race around the [Em] stars, a [A] journey through the [D] universe a[Em]bla[A]aze with [D] changes.


VERSE 5
[G] Moments of [A] magic will [D] glow in the [Em] night, all [G] fears of the [A] forest are [F#m] gone—and [Bm] when the morning [Em] breaks, they're [A] swept away by [D] golden drops of [Em] da[A]awn of [D] changes.


VERSE 6
[G] Passions will [A] part to a [D] strange melo[Em]dy as [G] fires will [A] sometimes burn [F#m] cold—like [Bm] petals in the [Em] wind, we’re [A] puppets to the [D] silver strings of [Em] so[A]auls of [D] changes.


VERSE 7
Your [G] tears will be [A] trembling, now [D] we're somewhere [Em] else, one [G] last cup of [A] wine we will [F#m] pour and I'll [Bm] kiss you one more [Em] time, and [A] leave you on the [D] rolling river [Em] sho[A]ores of [D] changes.