I was walking in Shoreline one day about fifteen years ago, at a time when I was living with my Grandparents, going to college, and it was autumn, and I was wearing this grayish fleece pullover, thinking about the woods and the rain, and I thought to myself, “I am clothed in grays, greens, and browns.”
The rest of the song came soon after. (But one of the verses I added just a few months ago. Can you guess which one?)
Grays, Greens, and Browns.
I am clothed in grays, greens, and browns.
I clothe myself in browns, greens, and grays.
And I lay me down upon the hillside.
And I slip out softly to the sea.
I was born on a cold October morning.
Yes I was born on a windy autumn morn.
And I grew up thirsting for adventure.
And I knew I would wander in the storm.
I climbed a mountain high above the cloudline.
And there I found an entrance to a cave.
And I crawled inside, looking for answers.
But I found a lonely hermit's grave.
I met a woman deep inside a forest.
She showed me how to listen to the sea.
And she brought me down where my soul dwells.
And she taught me how to set it free.
The meal she prepared smelled of summer.
The meal she prepared put me to sleep.
And I dreamed of a land without a sunrise.
Where the youth made love beneath the trees.
I am clothed in grays, greens, and browns.
I clothe myself in browns, greens, and grays.
And I lay me down upon the hillside.
And I slip out softly to the sea.
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