| C | D | G | Am | C | D | Bm | Em | C | D | G | Am | D | G | |
| Inst... |
| C | D | G | Am | |
| Sit by my | side come as | close as the | air |
| C | D | Bm | |
| Share in a mem | ory of | grey |
| Em | C | |
| And | wander in my | words |
| D | G | Am | D | G | |
| And | dream about the pic | tures that I | play__ | __ of ch | anges |
| Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall |
| To brown & to yellow they fade |
| But then they have to die |
| Trapped within the circle time parade of changes |
| Inst... |
| Moments of magic will glow in the dark |
| All fears of the forest are gone |
| But 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 |
| Inst... |
| 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 shores of changes |
| Dan |