Changes - Neil Young

Sit by my side come as close as the air

Share in a memory of gray

And 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

One day I returned and found they were

Victims of the vines of changes

The world's spinning madly

It drifts in the dark

It 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

Fears of the forest are all 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