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PAINTING BOX (Mike Heron) Incredible String Band 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 color there it's true. Just lately when I look inside my painting box, I seem to pick the colors 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, And somewhere in my mind there is a painting box, I have every color there it's true, Just lately when I look inside my painting box, I seem to pick the colors of you. Oh somewhere in my mind there is a painting box, I have every color there it's true. Just lately when I look inside my painting box, I seem to pick the colors of you. 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. For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box, I have every color there it's true. Just lately when I look inside my painting box, I seem to pick the colors of you. (Contributed by Andy & Mogg - November 2002)

    


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