Green Is the Colour

Crying Song Spä¯ Cymbaline

Heavy hung the canopy of blue
Shade my eyes and I can see you
White is the light that shines
Through the dress that you wore

She lay in the shadow of a wave
Hazy were the visions overplayed
Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine
Made her cry every time

Green is the colour of her kind
Quickness of the eye
Deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between
The hopeful and the damned

Crying Song Spä¯ Cymbaline