[00:00.00] 作词 : Mike Heron
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Mike Heron
[00:00.00] When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows
[00:19.50]Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep,
[00:26.43]I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window,
[00:33.66]And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep.
[00:40.47]For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
[00:46.17]I have every color there it's true.
[00:50.97]Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
[00:56.64]I seem to pick the colors of you.
[01:08.49]My Friday evening's foot-steps plodding dully through this black town,
[01:15.66]Are far away now from the world that I'm in.
[01:22.59]My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be springtime,
[01:29.76]With daffodils between my toes I'm laughing at their whim,
[01:36.75]And somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
[01:42.42]I have every color there it's true,
[01:47.25]Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
[01:52.86]I seem to pick the colors of you.
[02:33.06]Oh somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
[02:38.64]I have every color there it's true.
[02:43.41]Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
[02:49.02]I seem to pick the colors of you.
[03:01.02]The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer.
[03:08.25]Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound.
[03:15.15]I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking,
[03:22.14]But I kind of like the sea that I'm on, and I don't mind if I do drown.
[03:29.16]For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
[03:34.80]I have every color there it's true.
[03:39.60]Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
[03:45.15]I seem to pick the colors of you.

作词 : Mike Heron
作曲 : Mike Heron
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 foot-steps 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.
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.