On a mundane Monday Waking to a dull day All around are shades of grey And so through those pale greys That consume the week days I just work to collect my pay
But not on my fun day And never on Sunday The whole world out there Wonderful and gay And all it seems so boundless The beauty that surrounds us
Painting the colours of my mind
(Instrumental interlude)
Hence from Monday Right through to Sunday I can draw on all the bright colours That are locked away For once ingrained there Forever remain there
A new sensation any time of day Aurora Borealis surrounds us Replacing all those shades of grey With colour supplanted And never once started Will they ever fade away
Not the colours of my mind
(Instrumental interlude)
It’s always such a pleasure The music that we treasure Playing as we while the time away Diminuendo to crescendo And colours with no end to There Inside my mind …
Then through the night at slumber And in spite of distant thunder Drifting to another world Where all our dreams are made Made with all the wonder From all the colours of your mind
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