That’s green that speaks in me alone and last, for you and first of all That’s trimmed, translated, bridged which makes us weak With you the time comes slow or not at all Holds fast our hands when summer turns to fall
That’s green that speaks in me alone and last, for you and first of all That’s trimmed, translated, bridged which makes us weak With you the time comes slow or not at all Holds fast our hands when summer turns to fall