Of this man I must
sing a song or turn to dust,
'cos I know eventually, he will sing to me,
whispering through the leaves,
whispering songs of silent bliss.
Such a love I can't resist,
and it is both you and me,
and the stars above,
whispering through the leaves,
whispering songs of love.

But this song is green,
'cos the world I've never seen.
And it's just another light,
breaking out the day,
bringing on the night.
What it is I cannot say,
and the tune I cannot play,
but I know there is a key;
lift your eyes and see,
it's reality.
And this song is gre