Love is a wonderful colour

My friend and I, were talking one evening, Beside some burning wood, Trading tales of places we came upon, When the times were good, Spoke of a girl he viewed like no other, Whom he had come to know,...

My friend and I, were talking one evening, Beside some burning wood, Trading tales of places we came upon, When the times were good, Spoke of a girl he viewed like no other, Whom he had come to know,...