Change I - The Alarm

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