Capo 1st fret
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Intro: G/A/D/Em/G/A/F#m/Bm/Em/A/D/Em/A/D
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G A D Em
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Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
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G A F#m
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Share in a memory of gray;
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Bm Em A D
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Wander in my words, dream about the pictures
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Em A D
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That I play of changes.
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Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
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To brown and to yellow they fade.
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And then they have to die, trapped within
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the circle time parade of changes.
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Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,
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Visions of shadows that shine.
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Til one day I returned and found they were the
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Victims of the vines of changes.
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The world's spinning madly, it drifts in the dark
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Swings through a hollow of haze,
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A race around the stars, a journey through
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The universe ablaze with changes.
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Moments of magic will glow in the night
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All fears of the forest are gone
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But when the morning breaks they're swept away by
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golden drops of dawn, of changes.
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Passions will part to a strange melody.
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As fires will sometimes burn cold.
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Like petals in the wind, we're puppets to the silver
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strings of souls, of changes.
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Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else,
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One last cup of wine we will pour
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And I'll kiss you one more time, and leave you on
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the rolling river shores of changes.
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(repeat first verse)
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Changes
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| Phil Ochs |
