The winds of change,

the winds of change,

blow through the house,

the winds of change.

there is so little

I can re-arrange,

Lord, bring forth

the winds of change.

Bird on the wind,

moth at the door

sunflower down

on nature's floor.

A child runs true

in all delight,

body young,

almost takes flight.

The Autumn now

is sweet, somehow

Thank you for

These winds of change.