Blue could be a winter coat Or the sea, Lake Maureen, a window Or a downpour on my street. This bit of yellow could be a leaf Or a beam of light, a girl in a taxi. And I think of you in the colors of the world. And I did meet you in the brotherhood of man When I was traveling a long way from my home And you are a friend of mine. Black is the piano you play at school in the lobby, Looking out at the gray and orange, Green grass on your feet. And I think of you in the colors of the world. And I did meet you in the brotherhood of man When I was traveling a long way from my home And you are a friend of mine.