i wrote this once before
long before the summer
you were then a student
and we were dark as angels
we were in the east
working to the west
the west was looking south
and the south she had no pity
but last night i dreamed
and you were always in it
there were hopes and plans and schemes
and the town was full of winners
oh brother oh sister
this changing light
has lighted things so differently
has lighted things so differently
i wrote this once before
and we were all then working
we thought we'd stop the flow
of a cruel and heartless woman
if i'd known this then
what would these wings have done
they'd have beat and flapped and flown
and not done and not done
but last night i dreamed
and you were always in ti
there were hopes and plans and schemes
and the town was full of winners
oh brother oh sister
this changing light
has lighted things so differently
has lighted things so differently
i wrote it on my hand
i kept it in the dark
i never ran it through my hair
i stuffed it in my pocket
i wrote this on a journey
all the way from spain
where our fellows fought
and never came back again
to this changing light
