The Colourwheel (Folky, Accoustic Song)
By well-wisher
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Verse One:
I love the shifting shapes of seasons and the colours of them all;
I love the blue and gold of summer and the fire of the fall;
I love the white serene of winter and the springtime fresh and green
the pretty play of light and colour with vivid ever changing scenes.
Chorus:
The Colourwheel
keeps turning round;
red roses rise;
red leaves float down;
oh, spinning wheel
with sunlights thread
weave your coloured dreams
in my soul and head.
Verse 2:
I love the innocence of April and the summers sultry heat
blazing brazenness of Autumn; the saintly snow beneath my feet
and in life, my soul is changing; as the days dance round and round
what seemed exciting, new and strange seems almost mystical; profound.
Chorus:
The Colourwheel
keeps turning round;
red roses rise;
red leaves float down;
oh, spinning wheel
with sunlights thread
weave your coloured dreams
in my soul and head.
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