"Colours" by Donovan.
“Colors” by a False Poet.
Yellow is the color of my true love's hair
sun dapples her gold shadings
In the mornin', when we rise
sun searching for the truest color
in the mornin', when we rise
peaking, she’s peeking, we waking, uprising
That's the time, that's the time.
her best time, sleepy doe eyed, all yellow,
I love the best
bangs tickling eyes, I write of sun sparks
Blue's the color of the sky
blue is the primary, the selected color,
In the mornin', when we rise
that’s chosen to be a lovers greeting,
In the mornin', when we rise
a cloudy white pastel of blue,
That's the time, that's the time
that’s the days first part, our best parting
I love the best
Green's the color of the sparklin' corn
*green Granny Smith apples, ****
In the mornin', when we rise
our mouths pucker, drool, chin juices
In the mornin', when we rise
that’s the days first part, a best parting
That's the time, that's the time
that’s the days first part, a best joining
I love the best
Mellow is the feelin' that I get
mellow is with me, all de day
When I see her, mm hmm
seeing her first eye blinking smile
When I see her, uh huh
the feeling infused, all de day,
That's the time, that's the time
she grants me loves freedom
I love the best
Freedom is a word I rarely use
except when I look upon her
Without thinkin', mm hmm
with knowing, full complete
Without thinkin', uh huh
with knowing, fully, completely
Of the time, of the time
of every time our morning glances meet
When I've been loved
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 9:47 AM UTC
"Colours" by Donovan.
“Colors” by a False Poet.
Yellow is the color of my true love's hair
sun dapples her gold shadings
In the mornin', when we rise
sun searching for the truest color
in the mornin', when we rise
peaking, she’s peeking, we waking, uprising
That's the time, that's the time.
her best time, sleepy doe eyed, all yellow,
I love the best
bangs tickling eyes, I write of sun sparks
Blue's the color of the sky
blue is the primary, the selected color,
In the mornin', when we rise
that’s chosen to be a lovers greeting,
In the mornin', when we rise
a cloudy white pastel of blue,
That's the time, that's the time
that’s the days first part, our best parting
I love the best
Green's the color of the sparklin' corn
*green Granny Smith apples, ****
In the mornin', when we rise
our mouths pucker, drool, chin juices
In the mornin', when we rise
that’s the days first part, a best parting
That's the time, that's the time
that’s the days first part, a best joining
I love the best
Mellow is the feelin' that I get
mellow is with me, all de day
When I see her, mm hmm
seeing her first eye blinking smile
When I see her, uh huh
the feeling infused, all de day,
That's the time, that's the time
she grants me loves freedom
I love the best
Freedom is a word I rarely use
except when I look upon her
Without thinkin', mm hmm
with knowing, full complete
Without thinkin', uh huh
with knowing, fully, completely
Of the time, of the time
of every time our morning glances meet
When I've been loved
