Lyrics

I met a child a year ago Whose eyes would never see She asked me with a timid smile "What colour is a tree?" "In summertime a tree is green; In autumn gold and red; In winter they are frosted white When all their leaves are shed." "I know the sky is blue," she said "And silver is the sand; And apples are the brightest red What colour is a man?" "Man is many colours child: Some are yellow, some are brown And some are black as sightlеssness Some white as еiderdown." She took her crayons from a box And placed them in my glove And said, "By mixing all of these Comes my favourite colour--love."