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By Randall Stephen Hall.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IoC8pjLBpcU
(Lullabye to a couple of ogres).
CHORUS.
Red white and blue now.
Green white and gold.
All of these colours
They’re so very old.
You can’t own a colour.
No woman or man.
For if you do now
You don’t understand.
The red of the sunset.
The white of the moon.
The blue of the night.
The May flowers in bloom.
You can’t make some colours
Line up like a gate.
To shut off your thinking
What a terrible fate.
The Green of the grass.
The waves on the sea.
The gold of the harvest.
For you and for me.
You can’t make some colours
Just march like a drum.
Go die every Easter.
Come home, won’t you son?
Chorus.
Green, white and gold.
Red white and blue.
What do these colours
Just mean to you?
Go look at your colours
Before you can find.
First open your heart now.
Then go change your mind.
Chorus.
What of the white now
The colour we share?
The waves on the sea shore.
The moon way up there.
The dove he was shot down.
His angel wings fly.
These feathers are colours.
For feathers we die.
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