Grass in purple,
and flowers in green
and the early evening dew
seen as a lovely sheen
I walk on the water
wading through the reeds
And I measure my friends
By their deeds
and flowers in green
and the early evening dew
seen as a lovely sheen
I walk on the water
wading through the reeds
And I measure my friends
By their deeds
The brownness of the time
on the wall that plays the chime
Is a cue for myself and only me
Reminding me of everyone else I could ever be