Wake up can’t you smell the changeFlowers blooming in the winters sun
Natures fooled by the games we played
Soon the world will we know will be undone
Mmm
Listen can’t you hear the changeThe melodies amongst the tress have goneA silence fell with every hedgerow tornWhats the world without its morning songMmmm change gotta come
MmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his money
Change gotta come
Look up can’t you see the changeThe rising shores reclaim the land we slaved
Time will come when we’ll have to payBefore we’re sent down to an early grave
MmmChange gotta come





MmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his money

Winter morningI’m seducted by the dewBird song callingAs the sun comes into viewOver woodlandJust across the foggy plain
I hear laughter
In those trees my heart will stay

Mmmm
Summer daydreamsLost in undulating shoresWater ripples
Bodies crippled to the coreGentle sea breezeAll our troubles flew awayWater held me
In that sea my heart will stay
Oooo
Birds are callingTrees are rustling in the breezeI get lost inPicture postcard memories.