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