The Colourwheel (Folky, Accoustic Song)

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.