Gene Clark - Changes

^D/BSit by my ^Eside, come as ^Aclose as the ^Bmair ^DShare in a ^Ememory of ^C#mgray ^F#mWander in my ^Bmwords and ^Edream about the ^Apictures That I ^Bmplay ^{E A D/B}Green leaves of ^Esummer turn ^Ared in the ^Bmfall ^DTo brown and to ^Eyellow they ^C#mfade. And ^F#mthen they have to ^Bmdie, ^Etrapped within The ^Acircle time ^Bmparade ^Eof ^Achanges ^D/BScenes of my y^Eoung years were w^Aarm in my m^Bmind ^DVisions of ^Eshadows that ^C#mshine. Til ^F#mone day I re^Bmturned and ^Efound they were the ^AVictims of the ^Bmvines ^Eof ^Achanges

^BmYour tears will be ^Etrembling, now ^Awe're somewhere ^Bmelse, ^DOne last cup of ^Ewine we will p^C#mour And ^F#mkiss you one more ^Bmtime, and l^Eeave you on The ^Arolling river ^Bmshores ^Eof ^Achanges. ^BmSit by my ^Eside, come as ^Aclose as the ^Bmair ^DShare in a ^Ememory of ^C#mgray ^F#mWander in my ^Bmwords and ^Edream about the ^Apictures That I ^Bmplay ^Eof ^Achanges of changes