Green Singer by Mark Chapman — Lyrics

ALL singers have shadows that follow like fears, But I know a singer who never saw tears: A gay love—a green love— delightsome! divine! The Spring is that singer— an old love of mine! All players have shadows and into the play Old sorrows will saunter— old sorrows will stay. But here is a player whose speech is divine! The Spring is that player— an old love of mine! All singers grow heavy: the hours as they run Bite up all the blossoms, suck up all the sun. But I know a singer, delightsome! divine! The gay love—the green love— an old love of mine!