The Colors Of Eve - Dan Fogelberg

She never looks

And she never listens

Her heart only knows what it feels

And all that she is

And all that she isn’t

Her every movement reveals

All her bright moods

And all her dark tempers

She’s never the way she appears

She sometimes forgets

And sometimes remembers

And sometimes must laugh

Through the tears

Of lavender mornings

And gray afternoons

Sad when the day takes its leave

Nights of white passion

And deep shades of blue

These are the Colors of Eve

The shade on her eye

Like pale purple asters

Runs down her cheek when she cries

And the ways of her heart

No man may master

Even though many will try

The blush on her cheek

The gold on her fingers

Shine when the lady’s in love

But a strong gentle touch

And a sunset that lingers

Are the things that her

Dreams are made of

And Lavender mornings

And gray afternoons

Sad when the day takes its leave

Nights of white passion

And deep shades of blue

These are the Colors of Eve