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15 Feb 12 - 08:41 AM (#3308840) Subject: Lyr Add: Painting Box: ISB From: Mr Happy This lovely song's being popularised again in our area, so here it is to share: Painting Box [Heron, Williamson, 1968] 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 colour there it's true. Just lately when I look inside my painting box, I seem to pick the colours 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, 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. |
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15 Feb 12 - 08:43 AM (#3308841) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Painting Box: ISB From: Mr Happy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOyiDIUhbAE |
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15 Feb 12 - 11:10 AM (#3308918) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Painting Box: ISB From: Sir Roger de Beverley One of my favourite ISB songs R |