Dye Me In The Color Of Spring

Out in the streets
I see the bleeding sight
of blossoms in the rain.
Here in my lonely room
I touch myself
and notice I am stained.

I don’t care if I am changing.
I don’t care if I am changed.

Dye me in the color of your spring
when everything is new.
Shake me like a cherry tree.
Scatter me in buds of red
till I forget the life I once knew.
There was no time
before my time with you.

Lover, come and thread my soul.
I’ll follow where you weave.
My bags are packed; I won’t look back.
I have no will to grieve.

I don’t care if I am leaving.
I don’t care what I must leave.

Dye me in the color of your spring
when everything is new.
Shake me like a cherry tree.
Scatter me in buds of red
till I forget the life I once knew.
There was no time
before my time with you.

Like flowers born
just for a day
to be ravaged and torn,
come what may,
I’m going to give myself to you.

Dye me in the color of your spring
when everything is new.
Shake me like a cherry tree.
Scatter me in buds of red
till I forget the life I once knew.
There was no time
before my time with you.

There was no time
before my time with you.

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2018)

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