Colours

A gentle catalogue of colour and feeling, 'Colours' moves through yellow, blue and green before settling on the mellow warmth of affection itself. Donovan builds each verse around a simple observation, the same refrain anchoring each one: morning is when he loves best. The song has the quality of a folk nursery rhyme, its repetitions and primary-colour palette suggesting something both childlike and timeless. The final verse pivots away from visual description toward something more abstract. Freedom becomes the colour he cannot quite name, tied to memory and the experience of being loved. A harmonica solo cuts through the middle, offering instrumental breath before the song returns to its gentle logic. The whole thing moves without haste, content to let its images accumulate rather than insist.