When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows
Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep
I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window
And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep
For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box
I have every color there, it's true
Just lately when I look inside my painting box
I seem to pick the colors of you
My Friday evening's footsteps plodding dully through this black town
Are far away now from the world that I'm in
My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be springtime
With daffodils between my toes I'm laughing at their whim
And somewhere in my mind there is a painting box
I have every color there, it's true
Just lately when I look inside my painting box
I seem to pick the colors of you
Oh, somewhere in my mind there is a painting box
I have every color there, it's true
Just lately when I look inside my painting box
I seem to pick the colors of you
The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer
Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound
I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking
But I kind of like the sea that I'm on and I don't mind if I do drown
And somewhere in my mind there is a painting box
I have every color there, it's true
Just lately when I look inside my painting box
I seem to pick the colors of you
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- Miscellaneous
- The Incredible String Band
- Be Glad For The Song Has No Ending
- No Ruinous Feud
- The Chelsea Sessions 1967
- Liquid Acrobat As Regards The Air
- Wee Tam And The Big Huge
- The 5000 Spirits Or The Layers Of The Onion
- Hard Rope & Silken Twine
- Earthspan
- The Big Huge
- Wee Tam
- Psychedelia: A 50 Year Trip
- U
- Heritage
- From the Coffeehouse
- Introducing The Incredible String Band
- The All New Electric Muse: The Story of Folk Into Rock
- The Peace & Love Generation
- First Girl I Loved