Helen has chosen “singer/song writer” as this week’s Song Lyric Sunday. A bit of serendip: earlier in the week I had put lyrics and a video together as a reminder of better times in my life. So, I will share it with you as my singer/songwriter Song Lyric Sunday piece.

Phil Ochs was an activist, a non-conformist, counter-culture icon, and a damn fine singer-song writer of protest and other folkish songs. A contemporary of Dylan, Baez, et. al, Ochs had his demons, and committed suicide at the age of 35. While he never obtained the kind of recognition, many of his contemporaries did, Phil’s songs continue to be recorded – this song “Changes” has been covered recently as Neil Young in 2014.

There are two slightly different endings to the lyrics, I include both as one makes it sad, the other bittersweet. I like the bittersweet. The recording comes from a television program, Come, Read To Me a Poem, produced in 1967.

 

Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray;
Wander in my words, 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.
And then they have to die, trapped within
the circle time parade of changes.

Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,
Visions of shadows that shine.
Til one day I returned and found they were the
Victims of the vines of changes.

The world’s spinning madly, it drifts in the dark
Swings through a hollow of haze,
A race around the stars, a journey through
The universe ablaze with changes.

Moments of magic will glow in the night
All fears of the forest are gone
But when the morning breaks they’re swept away by
golden drops of dawn, of changes.

Passions will part to a strange melody.
As fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like petals in the wind, we’re puppets to the silver
strings of souls, of changes.

Version One:

Your tears will be trembling, now we’re somewhere else,
One last cup of wine we will pour

And I’ll kiss you one more time, and leave you on
the rolling river shores of changes.

Version Two

Your tears will be trembling, now we’re somewhere else,
One last cup of wine we will pour

Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray.

Metro Lyrics

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