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