Текст песни Orange-coloured Day

Hear the new blue bird whistle out her first song From the tree that'll be here long after we're gone The curlicue twirl of a butterfly's grace Watch her work the day away just to stay in one place It takes an orange-coloured day in a summer-end display In the wisdom of it all singularity's so small Hear the twinkle downstream of the green river pour How it's never the same as a second before And you're filled with a warmth you can barely express A part of the scenery, no more and no less It takes an orange-coloured day in a summer-end display In the wisdom of it all singularity's so small Why must I yearn to be maddened by a love So reckless and pure as a call from a dove? Such wonders reflected in a haze of nature's ways (of nature's ways) Of nature's ways (of nature's ways) And orange-coloured days Orange-coloured days See the Sun's first rays of the morning to peep Through a gap in the curtains and lull you from sleep