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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