To my mind it always

Seems a little strange

That people won't do the things

You know they ought to

Some folks say the world

It never gonna change

But in my heart I do believe

Those are the folks who guide to

Can't or for not to

The day turns bright

And night turns wonderful

Twilight never really brings into an end

If white is right and black is beautiful

Lord tell me when can brown begin

Tell me people when can brown begin

Fire and water won't be mixed in

So they say

But I've seen the steamclouds

Floating high and free

Salt and pepper don't

Get in each other's way

No they just cooked together

And when they don't agree

They just let each other be

The day turns bright

And night turns wonderful

Twilight never really brings into an end

If white is right and black is beautiful

Lord tell me when can brown begin

Tell me people when can brown begin