Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
Passions will part to the [Incomprehensible] melody
But then they have to die
As fires will sometimes turn cold
All fears of the forest are gone
To brown and to yellow they fade
And wander in my words
We're puppets to the silver strings of souls of changes
One last drop of wine we will pour
And when the morning breaks
Sit by my side, come as close as the air
They're swept away by golden drops of dawn of changes
I'll kiss you one more time
And leave you on the rolling river shore of changes
Moments of magic will glow in the night
And dream about the pictures that I play of changes
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
Like petals in the wind
Trapped within the circle time parade of changes
Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else
