She came to me as in a dream Where she told me to follow the river And there at the end by the old stone tree She came down from the sky and sang to me Go forth lone ranger Go on and share those tears you cry For the ones who linger are the ones who die Upon these lands they rove Around the arid fields of corn Sowing seeds of frozen tears They'll cry out once they're grown A false cry A phantom wail Dressed in rags and feathers of time Can you hear it now? It's the sound of rain and thunder A sacred curse of change is upon you now And you must face it on your own As rivers face the rains of stone And there will be no comfort for you For it's trail will lead you far away from home. A change is gonna come. A change is gonna come, you boy. Change is gonna come. Awake now Arise from the crumbling flower of death And when you wake Life again will be smiling upon you Awake.