Favorite Colour - Joni Mitchell

I met a child a year ago

Whose eyes would never see

She asked me with a timid smile

«What colour is a tree?»

«In summertime a tree is green;

In autumn gold and red;

In winter they are frosted white

When all their leaves are shed.»

«I know the sky is blue,"she said

«And silver is the sand;

And apples are the brightest red

What colour is a man?»

«Man is many colours child:

Some are yellow, some are brown

And some are black as sightlessness

Some white as eiderdown.»

She took her crayons from a box

And placed them in my glove

And said, «By mixing all of these

Comes my favourite colour — love.»