Change upon faces
Changing hands
Change in my father
And my fathers land
Change, change
Change, change, change, change, change
Change in the weather
And it flies through a flag
Change in the places
I knew as a lad
Change, change
Change, change, change, change, change
Change on the mountain
Where green was turned black
Change on the valleys
That take it all back
Change in a worker
With sweat on his hands
Condemned by a future
To the no mans land
Change in the rivers
Once clean, flowing fast
Made sad and dirty
By the tears of man
Change at my ankles
Holding me back
Change like an icon
Beckoning fast
Change, change
Change, change, change, change, change
