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