The Rising Sun

Black
When the night is falling down on me
Grey
I see the outline of the tree
My love and I were walking
Through a waving wood
The sky was blue
My love and I were walking
On a frozen lake
The setting sun
Blue
Every morning is a mystery
White
In the outline of my door
My love and I, we fall asleep
In white rooms
Of our memory
My love and I, we disagree
On temperance
And destiny
How can we change
What can we do
Our hands are black
Our souls are blue
The long long years
What have we done
We turn our heads
The rising sun