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        What colour is the wind
        Daddy
        Is it yellow red or blue
        When he's playing with my hair
        Daddy

        Does he do the same to you
        When he's dying does
        his colour fade
        Is a gentle breeze a lighter shade
        Just like his friend the sea

        The wind feels blue to me
        When the blackbird starts to sing
        Daddy
        Do the flowers hear him too
        When he's pouring out his heart
        Daddy

        Tell me what do roses do
        Do they cast their scent upon the air
        And is fragrance just a rose in prayer
        Giving thanks to God above
        For the blackbird's song of love

        Blow wind blow
        Wild and free My Daddy says
        You're a lot like me

        I know each colour
        Its shape and size
        I know that grass is green
        Daddy

        I've touched it with my toes
        And snow is purest white
        Daddy
        I've felt it with my nose

        But my favorite colour has to be
        The colour of your love for me
        And Daddy
        I've been told
        That love is always gold




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