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#