Paint It Black

I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore. I Want them to turn black I see the maidens fair Dressed in their Summer clothes And I must bow my head Until my darkness goeth I see the lonely Chaple 'Tis all painted black With my flowers and my love Both never to come back The townsfolk cross Themselves and swiftly Look away Much like a newborn Babe, it doth happen Every day I look inside myself and See my heart is black I see my red door I must Have it painted black Look now for no more Day. Nor night but that From hell Then all must as they May in darkness Learn to dwell Do more doth blue Spread o'er my green And wretched sea I could not e'er foretell This fate befalling thee If I stare long enough Into the setting sun My love shall laugh With me before the Morn doth come I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore, I Want them to turn black I see the maidens fair Dressed in their Summer clothes And I must bow my head Until my darkness goeth (Instrumental)