[F]Sit by my [G7]side come as [C]close as the [Am]air [F]sharing a [G7]memory of [C]grey,
[F]Wander in my [G7]world, [Em]dream about the [Am]pictures I [F]play, [G7]of [C]changes.
[F]Green leaves of [G7]summer turn [C]red in the [Am]fall [F]to brown and to [G7]yellow they [C]fade.
[F]Then they have to [G7]die [Em]dropped within the [Am]circle grand pa[F]rade [G7]of [C]changes.
[F]Scenes of my [G7]young years are [C]warm in my [Am]mind [F]visions of [G7]shadows that [C]shine,
'til [F]one day I re[G7]turn and [Em]find they were the [Am]victims of the [F]vines [G7]of [C]changes.
[F]The world is spinning [G7]madly a[C]drift in the [Am]dark, it [F]swings through a [G7]hollow of [C]haze,
[F]A race around the [G7]stars, a [Em]journey through the [Am]universe a[F]blaze [G7]with [C]changes.
[F]Moments of [G7]magic will [C]glow through the [Am]night all [F]fears of the [G7]forest are [C]gone.
[F]But When the morning [G7]breaks they're [Em]swept away by [Am]golden drops of [F]dawn [G7]of [C]changes.
[F]Oceans will [G7]part to a [C]strange melo[Am]dy, as [F]fires will [G7]sometimes burn [C]cold.
Like [F]waters in the [G7]wind we are [Em]puppets to the [Am]silver strings of [F]SOUL [G7]of [C]changes..
[F]Our tears will be [G7]trembling when [C]we are somewhere [Am]else, [F]one last cup of [G7]wine we will [C]pour.
I'll [F]kiss you one more [G7]time and leave [Em]you on the [Am]rolling river [F]shore [G7]of [C]changes
