From the recording inkstone
Lyrics
Under
The watercolor tree
I wander
Alone but free
No sound
From the softly colored leaves
Playing with the breeze
They ease me
Slowly
I find my way down
To the water-
color stream
I drink
Cupping my hands
And soon I understand
The lay of the land
Like a wise old man
Who can
Still
Dream
Why would I leave such a place?
Why when I feel such a state of grace?
Don't ever ask such a thing
Cuz you know
It cannot be
What's that?
I can hardly hear you speak
Out here
By the watercolor creek
Don't get me
This is where I belong
Livin' in a song
See I won't be too long
And there ain't nothing wrong
Hold On
You'll
See