Painting Box — текст песни (The Incredible String Band)

When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows
Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep,
I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window,
And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep.

For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
I have every color there it`s true.
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
I seem to pick the colors of you.

My Friday evening`s foot-steps plodding dully through this black town,
Are far away now from the world that I`m in.
My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be springtime,
With daffodils between my toes I`m laughing at their whim,

And somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
I have every color there it`s true,
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
I seem to pick the colors of you.

Oh somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
I have every color there it`s true.
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
I seem to pick the colors of you.

The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer.
Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound.
I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking,
But I kind of like the sea that I`m on, and I don`t mind if I do drown.

For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
I have every color there it`s true.
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
I seem to pick the colors of you.