some say those wild flowers are just yellow weeds i say each one's a bright flame that gives power to the spring some say the river flows swiftly after the rain i say the sky above is the last to complain some say the dream i hold is not my dream alone it speaks to everything we want and cannot own some say happy is an illusion i say it's a choice sometimes sorrow rules but happy can't be erased give me a guitar give me a hunk of clay give me a sea breeze and a paint brush and i'll paint away the grey spring defies all gravity turns the weather inside out kisses winter shivers and summer 's promise on the mouth give me a guitar give me a hunk of clay give me a sea breeze and a paint brush and i'll paint away the grey