Changes - Tony Rice

Sit by my side, come as close as the air

Share in a memory of gray

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

But 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

And when the morning breaks

They’re swept away by golden drops of dawn of changes

Passions will part to the 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 drop 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

Share in a memory of gray

And wander in my words

And dream about the pictures that I play of changes