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#