D            A        E
Well the sheaves have all been brought,

        D           E      F#
but the fields have washed away,

        D   A       E
and the palaces now stand

          D       E        F#
where the coffins all were laid,

        D        A   E
and the times we see ahead

        D          E    F#
we must glaze with rosy hues

       D          A    E
for we don't wish to admit

        D     E       F#
what it is we have to lose

F#  A  E


   F#                A  E
millennia in coming,

    F#                  A  E
the modern age is here,

   F#                    A  E
it sanctifies the future

    F#                    A  E
yet renders us with fear,


F#      A         E       F#
so many theories, so many prophecies,

D          A         E          F#
what we do need is a change of ideas,

F#          A             E           F#
when we are scared we can hide in our reveries,

D           A         E          F#
but what we need is a change of ideas,

F#        A      E          F#
change of ideas, change of ideas,

D            A        E          F#
what we need now is a change of ideas

D  A  E  F#