She never looks And she never listens Her heart only knows what it feels And all that she is And all that she isn't Her every movement reveals All her bright moods And all her dark tempers She's never the way she appears She sometimes forgets And sometimes remembers And sometimes must laugh Through the tears Of lavender mornings And gray afternoons Sad when the day takes its leave Nights of white passion And deep shades of blue These are the Colors of EveThe shade on her eye Like pale purple asters Runs down her cheek when she cries And the ways of her heart No man may master Even though many will try The blush on her cheek The gold on her fingers Shine when the lady's in love But a strong gentle touch And a sunset that lingers Are the things that her Dreams are made of And Lavender mornings And gray afternoons Sad when the day takes its leave Nights of white passion And deep shades of blue These are the Colors of Eve
She never looks And she never listens Her heart only knows what it feels And all that she is And all that she isn't Her every movement reveals All her bright moods And all her dark tempers She's never the way she appears She sometimes forgets And sometimes remembers And sometimes must laugh Through the tears Of lavender mornings And gray afternoons Sad when the day takes its leave Nights of white passion And deep shades of blue These are the Colors of EveThe shade on her eye Like pale purple asters Runs down her cheek when she cries And the ways of her heart No man may master Even though many will try The blush on her cheek The gold on her fingers Shine when the lady's in love But a strong gentle touch And a sunset that lingers Are the things that her Dreams are made of And Lavender mornings And gray afternoons Sad when the day takes its leave Nights of white passion And deep shades of blue These are the Colors of Eve
