Paint a porch ceiling sky blue and when I come back, I’ll be home for you.
I remember looking at you like it was the clouds, but it was even bluer.
Well my yellow sun, I’ll be outside with you…yeah I know I’ll get a smile when I look at you.
So when I get back home, I’m going to paint a porch ceiling sky blue…you know I’ll be home for you
Got to have the music playing when I’m painting you, yeah I am just turning you blue…just like the sky
I am going to spend many nights with you, sitting out here while stars are out. I’ll be saying “Oh So Pretty”
Well I got the paint bucket in my hands and I know what color it is and I’ll be saying
“Oh So Blue”
And when I am done with you, I’ll be sitting back in my chair and just be looking at you.
June 6,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem