Green and White
Solo:
Deep in the snow, out in the forest.
White all around us. Air is so clean.
All the leave, gone from the branches.
But precious color--evergreen.
Part 1: Part 2:
All the green and white All the green and white.
lives throughout the winter. Lives throughout the winter,
Green and white surround us winter.
till the next awakening. Green and white.
Lovely green and white. Lovely green and white.
Lovely through the winter. Lovely through the winter,
Lovely till the white is gone and winter.
green foretells the coming Green and white,
of the spring. green and white.
Deep in the woods, up on the mountains.
Snow falling gently, falling so clean.
All around, blankets of softness.
Blankets of color--evergreen.
Solo:
Deep in the snow, out in the forest.
White all around us. Air is so clean.
All the leave, gone from the branches.
But precious color--evergreen.
Part 1: Part 2:
All the green and white All the green and white.
lives throughout the winter. Lives throughout the winter,
Green and white surround us winter.
till the next awakening. Green and white.
Lovely green and white. Lovely green and white.
Lovely through the winter. Lovely through the winter,
Lovely till the white is gone and winter.
green foretells the coming Green and white,
of the spring. green and white.
Deep in the woods, up on the mountains.
Snow falling gently, falling so clean.
All around, blankets of softness.
Blankets of color--evergreen.
Brown Christmas
My mother is dreaming of a brown Christmas.
She’s thinking how pleasant that would be.
With candles in the windows, and trimming on the tree.
But Old Mister Snowman is nowhere to be seen.
Predictions of warm and sunny weather
is just the kind she hopes to hear.
Dear Santa come to town with a Christmas of brown.
That’s all my mother wants this year.
Dancers
(No snowsuits. No mittens or galoshes.
To clutter up her Christmas cheer.)
Dear Santa come to town with a Christmas of brown.
That’s all my mother wants this year.
That’s all my mother wants this year.
My mother is dreaming of a brown Christmas.
She’s thinking how pleasant that would be.
With candles in the windows, and trimming on the tree.
But Old Mister Snowman is nowhere to be seen.
Predictions of warm and sunny weather
is just the kind she hopes to hear.
Dear Santa come to town with a Christmas of brown.
That’s all my mother wants this year.
Dancers
(No snowsuits. No mittens or galoshes.
To clutter up her Christmas cheer.)
Dear Santa come to town with a Christmas of brown.
That’s all my mother wants this year.
That’s all my mother wants this year.