when the wind was green

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