She comes in colors everywhere;
She combs her hair
She’s like a rainbow
Coming colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors
Have you seen her all in gold
Like a queen in days of old
She shoots colors all around
Like a sunset going down
Have you seen the lady fairer?
I think it’s my turn to *poke* you, B.
Hugs from DFW!
That’s pretty. š
So, you posted the song you played for me a week after we met, 1983, because I love rainbows, and it reminded you of me. I loved you then. I love you now.