Lyrics Changes - The Brothers Four
Sit by my side
Come as close as the air
Share in 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
Too brown and too yellow they fade
And then they have to die
Trapped within the circle
Time parade of changes
Passions will part
To a strange melody
As fires will sometimes burn cold
Like petals in the wind
We're puppets to the silver
Strings of souls of changes
Sit by my side
Come as close as the air
Share in a memory of grey
And wander in my words
And dream about the pictures
That I play of changes
And wander in my words
And dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.
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