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 
"Changes"
Artist: Phil Ochs 
Album: Miscellaneous 
Genre: Folk
The middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition.