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Changes - Christy Moore

Sit by my side come as close as the air

Sharing a memory of grey

Wander in my world

Dream about the pictures I play of changes

Green leaves of summer

Turn red in the fall to brown and to yellow they fade

Then they have to die

And drop within the circle grand parade of changes

Scenes of my young years are warm

In my mind visions of shadows that shine

'Til one day I return and find

They were the victims of the vines of changes

The world is spinning madly adrift 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 through the night

All fears of the forest are gone

When the morning breaks

They're swept away like golden drops of dawn by changes

Oceans will part to a strange melody

As fires will sometimes burn cold

Like water in the wind

We are puppets to the silver strings of changes

Our tears will be trembling

When we are somewhere else

One last cup of wine we will pour

I'll kiss you one more time

And leave you on the rolling river shore of changes

Sit by my side come as close as the air

Sharing a memory of grey

Wander in my world

Dream about the pictures I play of changes