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When The Wind Was Green

Writer(s): Donald Henry Stinson

When the wind was green at the start of the spring
When the wind was green like a living thing
It was on my lips and it’s kiss was fair, you were there
When the wind was red like a summer wine
When the wind was red like your lips on mine
It caressed my fate and it tossed my hair, you were there
Then came the fall and all of love, came tumbling, stumbling down
Like leaves that lost to frost and found they were flying-crying, in a brown wind dying
But the winter’s come and we both should know
That the wind is white like the swirling snow
And we’ll never see all the wonderful things to be seen when the wind is green

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