WHAT COLOUR IS THE WIND?

What colour is the wind, daddy?
Is it yellow, red or blue?
When he's playing with my hair, daddy,
Does he do the same to you?
When he's dying, does his colour fade?
Is a gentle breeze a lighter shade?
Just like his friend the sea,
The wind seems blue to me.

When the blackbird starts to sing, daddy,
Do the flowers hear him too?
When he's pouring out his heart, daddy,
Tell me, what do roses do?
Do they cast their scent upon the air?
And is fragrance just a rose in prayer,
Giving thanks to God above,
For the blackbird's song of love?

Blow, wind, blow wild and free.
My daddy says you're a lot like me.

I know each colour, its shape and size.
I've seen them all with my daddy's eyes.

I know that grass is green, daddy.
I've touched it with my toes.
And snow is purest white, daddy.
I've felt it with my nose.
But my favourite colour has to be
The colour of your love for me.
And daddy, I've been told,
That love is always gold.

Blow, wind, blow wild and free.
My daddy says you're a lot like me.

What colour is the wind?

[Recorded by Charlie Landsborough on "What Colour is the Wind," 1995.]