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, ain't 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, the 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 steam clouds floating high and free
Salt and pepper don't get in each other's way
No, they just cook 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? The night turns wonderful
Twilight never really brings into an end
If white is right and black is beautiful
Oh Lord, when can brown begin?
Tell me, people, when can brown begin?