Well I have a story to tell, today br About a feeling, come what may br I have been writing, day by day br Building up, to be able to, just say br About this feeling, come what may br It is a feeling that, I can’t describe br It is one that money, will never buy br It is not a feeling of, being high br And not one of being, dissatisfied br This feeling, come what may br It isn’t only here, today br It doesn’t come, and go br Like the thawing, winter snow. br It isn’t blue, and isn’t grey br What colour is it? I can’t say br Ohh this feeling, come what may br I always hope, to feel this way. br But as soon as thoughts, like hope arise br That feeling, that I, truly prize br It is, as if, it just vaporised br You see that feeling, is just I br With nothing added, pure it is br Until it’s covered, by thoughts, like this.