green leaves of summer are calling me home Twas so good to be young then to be close to the earth Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home The green
lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green green
Green green green Nights are warm and sun is in the valley Green green green Nights are warm and sun is in the valley Warm and sweet were kisses from my Sally Green gren
Traducción: Snow, Hank. Green Leaves of Summer.
Traducción: Snow, Hank. Green Green Green.
Traducción: Snow, Hank. Green Green Grass Of Home.
Soon it will be Christmas day Strings of streetlights, even stoplights Blink a bright red and green As the shoppers rush home with their treasures Hear the snow
he paused and held aloft a Yukon egg For there in pencilled letters was the magic name of Peg You know these Yukon eggs of ours some pink some green
I'll have a blue Christmas without you I'll be so blue thinking about you Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree Won't mean a thing if you're not
(Life lost its color when I lost my love) White's for the wedding that I'll never see Blue is for heartaches that she gave to me Green were those two
' Dan don't you listen to him Dan He's a devil not a man and he spreads the burning sand with water Oh Dan can you see that big green tree where the water
Now if you're gonna cruise be sure that you'll choose Habana Where the waters are green by that old Caribbean sea And if you stay there awhile you'll
looked to me like a man who had lived in hell With a face most hair and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done As he watered the green stuff in
hang a light as I pass tonight hang it where it can be seen If our baby's dead just show the red if she's better then show the green [ fiddle ] In a
Diesel smoke climbin' to the clear blue sky I sit here wonderin' wanderin' why I leave her everytime I love her Green grass growin' by picket fence Lord
We pledged our love one day beneath the whispering maple tree You made a promise Willie Thomas That all the leaves would still be green when you returned
When there's icicles hangin' on the green pinetrees And the Florida oranges all turn blue When there's Miami snow then baby you will know That I stopped
the bunk between ailing beyond belief A weary armful of skin and bone wasted with pain and grief My feet were froze and the lifeless toes were purple and green
