LOVE DOESN’T COME IN COLORS
AT: Love doesn’t come in colors
Red, yellow, black or white
When people love each other
There is no wrong or right
When I was a young boy
My mother would explain
We may look different on the outside
But inside we’re all the same
Love doesn’t come in colors
Red, yellow, black or white
When people love each other
There is no wrong or right
The gold up in the sunshine
The silver in the stars
And all the colors of the rainbow
Cannot match what’s in our hearts
DC: Father, father don’t lose track of
Who we are and where we’re from
The aniyvwiya and white man
Will never live as one
AT monolog: When I was a young man, I sailed across the great waters. I saw people of all kinds – living together as families, in the same quarters.
They were asking me about the “new world” (amused)… this ancient land of our mothers and fathers. Them, with their eyeglasses and looking glasses and pocket watches and fancy carriages. They looked upon me and my friends with curiosity, so much that I won the attention of a beautiful young woman. (floating away) She had golden hair, and lips like rubies, and eyes as blue as the sky….
(catches himself) Ah – I am telling you too much. (back to earth, turning serious) but, in the eyes of the men, I saw a lust for adventure – to come over to our world and explore this “unknown” land.
So, now they have come. Many have wives back in England, but they find our Cherokee women very attractive. And, our women find them to be ..unpredictable, unruly, engaging – with more than just hunting on their minds.
(focuses on DC) Nanyehi is a beautiful woman. She is still young. And Bryant Ward is a good man.
(resigned, hands up in air) and Cherokee women have always done, and will always do what they want!
A new day is upon us
The life we knew has changed
We must agree to live together
If we do, we shall remain
AT and DC in syncopation:
Love doesn’t come in colors
(Father, father ….don’t lose track)
Red, yellow, black or white
When people love each other
(Aniyvwiya)
There is no wrong or right
Love doesn’t come in colors
(Father, father, don’t lose track of)
Red, yellow, black or white
Who we are and where we’re from
When people love each other
(The aniyvwiya and white man)
There is no wrong or right
(Will never live as one)
AT: There is no wrong or right
(spoken) You cannot tell a woman who to love.
Word & Music by Becky Hobbs
© 2014 Becca’s Mecca Music, BMI
