Notes: Gordon Lightfoot sings only the verses shown in black.
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Sit by my side, come as close as the air, |
| G A Bm Em A |
Share in a memory of grace, and wander in my words, |
| D Em A D |
Dream about he pictures that I play, of changes. |
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| G A D Em |
Green leaves of summer, turn red in the fall, |
| G A Bm Em A |
To brown and to yellow they fade, and then they have to die, |
| D Em A D |
Trapped within the circle time parade, of changes. |
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| G A D Em |
Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind, |
| G A Bm Em A |
Visions of shadows that chime, 'til one day I returned, and |
| D Em A D |
found they were the victims of the vines, of changes. The |
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world spinning madly, it drifts in the dark, |
| G A Bm Em A |
Swings through a hollow of haze, a race around that stars, a |
| D Em A D |
journey through the universe ablaze, with changes. |
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| G A D Em |
Moments of magic will glow in the night, all |
| G A Bm Em A |
fears of the forest are gone, and when the morning breaks, They're |
| D Em A D |
swept away by golden drops of dawn, of changes. |
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| G A D Em |
Passions will part, to a strange melody, as |
| G A Bm Em A |
fires will sometimes burn cold, like petals in the wind, |
| D Em A D |
We're puppets to the silver strings of souls, of changes. |
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Your |
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tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else, one |
| G A Bm Em A |
last cup of wine we will pour, and I'll kiss you one more time |
| D Em A D |
And leave you on the rolling river shore, of changes. So |
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| G A D Em |
sit by my side, come as close as the air, |
| G A Bm Em A |
Share in a memory of grace, and wander in my words, |
| D Em A D |
Dream about he pictures that I play, of changes. |