In my dreams, you alway write in purple As you scribble my name and As you scribble yours
It’s a color that suits you well, I think And you wear it gracefully It is not typical like blue or black It is not flamboyant like pink or orange It is not harsh to read like yellow or red It is dimmer than brown and lighter than green
It is purple, like the deep night before the stars arrive It is purple, like a streak of light in the dark
I will never forget you, you know I just hope you will always remember How special purple is And how special you are
I still remember when we first meet. You sat behind me, and you wrote in purple.