Colour Theory. (Flag Song).
A song by Randall Stephen Hall ©
Chorus.
Red white and blue now.
Green white and gold.
All of these colours
They’re so very old.
You can’t own a colour
No woman or man.
For if you do now
You don’t understand.
Verse.
The red of the sunset.
The white of the moon.
The blue of the night now.
The May flowers in bloom.
You can’t make some colours
Line up like a gate.
To shut off your thinking.
What a terrible fate.
The green of the grass now.
The waves on the sea.
The gold of the harvest.
For you and for me.
You can’t make some colours
Just march like a drum.
Go die every Easter.
Come home, won’t you son.
Chorus.
Green, white, and gold now.
Red white and blue.
What do these colours.
Just mean to you?
Go look at your colours
Before you can find.
First, open your heart.
Then go change your mind.
Chorus.
But what of the white now
The colour we share?
The waves on the sea shore
The moon way up there.
The Dove, he was shot down.
His angels wings fly.
Feathers are colours.
For feathers we die.