In this city, every shade
So many choices
I want only the simplest hues
Whisper their sunlit voices
Their soft sweet scent would fill the house
Carry on the breeze
If I were to paint my rooms
In colors such as these
I will choose a gentle green
For love's first tender shoots
And I will choose a golden hue
For love's sunlit pursuits
And I will choose autumnal red
For love's fatal disputes
And these will hold memories
Of love's deep and tangled roots
And I can see the primrose picked from the grassy bank
The color of the sun at dawn lying on your hand
Ochre against flesh
Petals on your skin
It was a distant spring when love first bloomed and life seemed to begin
I will choose a gentle green
For love's first tender shoots
And I will choose a golden hue
For love's sunlit pursuits
And I will choose autumnal red
For love's fatal disputes
And these will hold my memories
Of love's deep and tangled roots
And I can see the daisy
It's green stem split
Another threaded through it to make a summer crown
Oh, and I placed in on your head
And I made a solemn vow
That I would love you far beyond the blooming of a flower
I will choose a gentle green
For love's first tender shoots
And I will choose a golden hue
For love's sunlit pursuits
And I will choose autumnal red
For love's fatal disputes
And these will hold the memories
Of love's deep and tangled roots
And I can see the clover crowded in a jar
On an autumn windowsill they soon begin to fade
I placed it in water
And I gave it every care
Oh, but I watched those petals peel away in the evening air
I will choose a gentle green
For love's first tender shoots
And I will choose a golden hue
For love's sunlit pursuits
And I will choose autumnal red
For love's fatal disputes
And these will hold the memories
Oh, these will hold the memories
Of my deep and tangled roots