(H. Stinson)
[Recorded April 14, 1965, Hollywood]
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 its 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 face 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
[Recorded April 14, 1965, Hollywood]
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 its 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 face 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