George Hamilton Iv 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