Gordon Lightfoot - Changes lyrics

Sharin' a memory of grey

And wander in my words

And 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

Moments of magic will glow in the night

All fears of the forest are gone

For when the morning breaks

They're swept away by golden drops of dawn

Of changes

Passions will part to a warm melody

As fires will sometimes turn 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

I'll kiss you one more time

And leave you on the rolling river shore

Of changes