Little boy woke up in the morning, he looked himself all over
Ran down to his mother and asked with all innocence
"Why are we this way and so un-pretty?
Why can't we be White and live in America?"
She looked him up and down just for a while
She smiled and said to him, in a lingering voice, she said
"Yours is the colour of all days
Other colours are for occasions
So wrote a poet in rhyme and line
Come on, boy, get it on
And so as he grew up, he saw the disparity
Saw all the inequality in the world
They say some are developing while some are developed
But who will allow the developing to develop?
Yet, the people are striving to be strong and free
Beyond the lighting and the rain, there'll be a sunny day for sure
Hope is the colour of all days
Other colours are for occasions
You learn to rise beyond the shame
Time is the master of pain
Time is the master of pain
Mother was right, yes, she was right
Truth is the anchor of love
Mother was right, yes, she was right
We reach the moment of truth
There is no fear, we must be strong
We've got the answers now
But can we be brave, can we?
So the first is the last, and the prince is a slave
Hatred is the gain from the years of terror
The wise one cautions, "Calm, brother, calm"
Beyond the rage and bitterness, you'll smile again and shake the world
Love is the colour of all days
Other colours are for occasions
Somewhere just beyond the skin, everyone is the same
Yes, some were just beyond the skin
Everyone
Time is the master of pain
Mother was right, yes, she was right
Truth is the anchor of love
Mother was right, yes, she was right
We reach the moment of truth
There is no fear, we must be strong
We've got the answers now
But can we be brave, can we?
Time is the master of pain
Mother was right, yes, she was right
Truth is the anchor of love
Yes, she was right
We reach the moment of truth
There is no fear, we must be strong
We've got the answers now, but can we be brave, can we?
Was right, she was right
Was right, she was right
Was right, she was right
Was right, she was right