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Changes

Phil Ochs

Intro: Instrumental Verse

G                A                   D                Em
  Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
G                 A              F#m          Bm                          
  Share in a memory of gray, and wander in my

  Em              A                     D                    Em   A      D (2)

words,  and dream about the pictures that I play   of changes.
 
Verse 2:

G                          A                  D            Em
   Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall,

       G                 A                     F#m    Bm       
To brown and to yellow they fade, and then they have to

  Em     A                        D              Em  A      D (2)

die,    trapped within the circle time parade of changes.

Verse 3:

G                       A                          D                Em
   Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,

G                   A                 F#m       Bm       
   Visions of shadows that chime, 'til one day I

  Em               A                            D                    Em   A          D (2)

returned, and found they were the victims of the vines,     of changes.

Verse 4:

          G                    A          D                Em
The world spinning madly, it drifts in the dark,

G                              A          F#m     Bm       
   Swings through a hollow of haze, a race around that

  Em      A                            D              Em A         D (2)

stars, a journey through the universe ablaze, with changes.

Instrumental Verse

Verse 5:

G                       A             D              Em
    Moments of magic will glow in the night,

G                       A            F#m         Bm       
all fears of the forest are gone, but when the moment

  Em                   A                     D                    Em   A       D (2)

breaks, they’re swept away by golden drops of dawn    of changes.

Verse 6:

G                      A             D               Em
   Passions will part to a strange melody,

G                 A                     F#m        Bm       
as fires will sometimes burn cold, like petals in the

  Em            A                    D                      Em   A        D (2)

wind, we're puppets to the silver strings of souls,    of changes.

Verse 7:

          G                A                     D                      Em
Your tears will be trembling, now here, somewhere else,

G                       A                F#m      Bm      
one last cup of wine we will pour,  I'll kiss you one more

  Em        A                        D                  Em   A        D (2)

time, and leave you on the rolling river shore,     of changes.

Verse 8:

      G             A                   D               Em
So sit by my side, come as close as the air,

G                 A              F#m          Bm                          
  Share in a memory of gray, and wander in my

  Em              A                     D                    Em   A       D (2, hold 2^nd measure)

words,  and dream about the pictures that I play     of changes.