I Clothe Myself in Green.
the trees are waking at last from
their long winter slumber
wearing their summer coat of green,
like the blush on a maidens cheek.
they dare us to notice.
(look at me, look at me)
they chant in my mind)
as they clamour to be heard.
my spirit stretches with them
and on this fine day
(only one the creator could give)
i cloth myself in green.
Pangur-ban
the trees are waking at last from
their long winter slumber
wearing their summer coat of green,
like the blush on a maidens cheek.
they dare us to notice.
(look at me, look at me)
they chant in my mind)
as they clamour to be heard.
my spirit stretches with them
and on this fine day
(only one the creator could give)
i cloth myself in green.
Pangur-ban
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