Changes

Sit by my side, come as close as the air

Share in a memory of gray

And wander in my words and dream about the pictures

That I play

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

Our hands will be trembling, now we're somewhere else,

One last cup of wine we will pour

And kiss you one more time and leave you on

The rolling river shores of changes.

Sit by my side, come as close as the air

Share in a memory of gray

And wander in my words and dream about the pictures

That I play of changes of changes