Wild orange green trees
Blowin' in the chilly wind
There must be something to me
That does sit and bend
A bell that does not ring
During a infrequent quiet bliss
A dog that does not chew
At the bones of harmony’s miss
Loud white green mockingbird
Singing in misguided hymns
It’s a big sad shame to me
That love don’t bend heavy at the limb
No apple blossoming
During that good old summer dream
No façade I can find
Bustin’ open at the seams
Unyielding angry closed friend
Yelling in the rain
Sorrow seems to accompany me
When I am all alone
No person to keep a garden
In the deep scarlet sun
No deep unhappy person
Has a medal that company’s won
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
Wild orange green trees
Blowin' in the chilly wind
There must be something to me
That does sit and bend
A bell that does not ring
During a infrequent quiet bliss
A dog that does not chew
At the bones of harmony’s miss
Loud white green mockingbird
Singing in misguided hymns
It’s a big sad shame to me
That love don’t bend heavy at the limb
No apple blossoming
During that good old summer dream
No façade I can find
Bustin’ open at the seams
Unyielding angry closed friend
Yelling in the rain
Sorrow seems to accompany me
When I am all alone
No person to keep a garden
In the deep scarlet sun
No deep unhappy person
Has a medal that company’s won