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Phil Ochs

Sit by my side, come as close as the air

Share in a memory of gray

Wander in my words, 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

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

The world`s spinning madly, it drifts in the dark

Swings through a hollow of haze

A race around the stars, a journey through

The universe ablaze with changes

Moments of magic will glow in the night

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 strange melody

As fires will sometimes burn 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

And I`ll kiss you one more time, and leave you on

The rolling river shores of changes

So sit by my side, come as close as the air

Share in a memory of gray

Wander in my words, dream about the pictures

That I play of changes

Phil Ochs

Sit by my side, come as close as the air

Share in a memory of gray

Wander in my words, 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

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

The world`s spinning madly, it drifts in the dark

Swings through a hollow of haze

A race around the stars, a journey through

The universe ablaze with changes

Moments of magic will glow in the night

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 strange melody

As fires will sometimes burn 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

And I`ll kiss you one more time, and leave you on

The rolling river shores of changes

So sit by my side, come as close as the air

Share in a memory of gray

Wander in my words, dream about the pictures

That I play of changes

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