What color is the wind, Daddy
Is it yellow, red or blue
When he's playing with my hair, Daddy,
Does he do the same to you

When he's dying, does his color fade
Is a gentle breeze a lighter shade
Just like his friend, the sea,
The wind feels blue to me.

When the blackbird starts to sing, Daddy,
Do the flowers hear him too
When he's pouring out his heart, Daddy,
Tell me, what do roses do
Do they cast their sand upon the air
And the fragrance's just a rose in prayer,
Peeling thanks to God above,
For the blackbird's song of love.

Blow, wind, blow,
Wild and free,
My Daddy says, you're a lot like me.
I know its color, its shape and size,
I've seen them all with my Daddy's eyes.

I know that grass is green, Daddy,
I've touched it with my toes,
And the snow is purest white, Daddy,
I've felt it with my nose,
But my favorite color has to be
The color of your love for me
And Daddy, I've been told
That love is always gold.

Blow, wind, blow,
Wild and free,
My Daddy says, you're a lot like me.
My Daddy says, you're a lot like me
What color is the wind?