Sepia Swirl - William Wild

We found out the hard way

And laid in the yard, babe

And painted our faces blue

And ran through the garden

And raised up our arms when

We saw the sun shine through

When the breeze blows

And the cold weather grows

And the hummingbird that sang our tune exits the room

Seasons they come and they go

The ivory path turns to stone

You painted my world

The almond shaped eyes of a girl

Walked through the sepia swirl and opened the door