wandering soul歌词
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Album:The Brothers Four Star Box
The Brothers Four-Changes
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
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
So 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