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#