The silver grey of eiderdown, the dapple green of trees
The amber of a wheat field, the hazel of a seed
The crystal of a raindrop, are all I'll ever need
Your reds are much too bold, in gold I find no worth
I'll fill my days with sage and brown, the colors of the earth
And if from by my side my love should roam
The colors of my life will shine a quiet light to lead him home.