Rare Colours - Maple Bee

Well, I’m walking and I’m breathing

And I’m counting the rare colours

Open white rim of the moonlight

She’s throwing bright lines of rare colours

Rare colours more, rare colours more, rare colours more

Rare colours more, rare colours more, rare colours more

Open lily, reflect the sunlight

She’s making bright lines of rare colour

Open moth wing through the moonlight

Watch her dancing the rare colours

Rare colours more, rare colours more, rare colours more

Rare colours more, rare colours more, rare colours more

Well, I’m walking and I’m breathing

And I’m counting the rare colours

Rare colours more, rare colours more, rare colours more

Rare colours more, rare colours more, rare colours more

Well, I’m walking and I’m breathing

And I’m counting the rare colours

Well, I’m walking and I’m breathing

And I’m counting the rare colours

Rare colours