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