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
Phil Ochs 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
Bản dịch: Phil Ochs. Changes.
not to move I have nothing left to prove But did I hear you asking was it wrong or right Chorus If you feel a little strange Please have the memory and keep the change
marching men Have won the wide world over and lost it back again, But now the word has gone to ev'ry fallen land, That this old world is changing hands
Bản dịch: Phil Ochs. This Old World Is Changing Hands.
Bản dịch: Phil Ochs. Keep The Change.
