Finn Brothers, The – All Of The Colors

I can never forget

The day we said goodbye

Holding your hands

A rainbow low in the sky

And all the colors there

To gather you up

And carry you up

All the colors there

To gather you up

Now, we’re left here

To get on with our things

Writing it down

And working with wood and strings

And all the colors there

To open us up

And bring us luck

All the colors there

To open us up

You went walking through that door

Leaving it ajar

Whenever things come to an end

It takes a while to close it again

And all the colors gently

Pushing it shut

And pushing it shut

All the colors there

To open us up

And bring us luck

All the colors there

To gather us up

To gather us up

To gather us up

To gather you up

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