Changes Lyrics - Gordon Lightfoot

Sit by my side come as close as the air 

Sharin' 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