Songs

I’d love to travel around the world
As free as a mountain breeze
But firstly I’d have to wipe the world
of meadows and grass and trees

I’d love to clean the world of green
strip all the branches bare
My weeping would bleach the green away
Till there was nothing there
Nothing but whiteness there

Oh green you ghastly sickly hue
The way so gloat at me
So brash, so smug, so fancy free
you mock me in my misery

In rain and storm I'll be by her door
The world may wonder why
But she'll hear my song and she'll understand
I'm here to bid her goodbye
I'm here to bid her goodbye

And when she hears the hunting horn
I bet her window opens wide
She won't be looking out at me
But I'll be looking inside
I'll see the ribbon in her hair
And think of how she lied
And think of how she lied

I need to clean the green from you
To help me break the spell
But meanwhile let me reach for you
One touch and then farewell
One touch and then farewell