Written by: Donald Hunt
From the Album: September Of My Years
Label: Reprise Records
Recorded: April 14, 1965
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When the wind was green at the
start of the spring
When the wind was green like a
living thing
It was on my lips and its kiss
was fair
You were there
When the wind was red like a
summer wine
When the wind was red like your
lips on mine
It caressed my face and it
tossed my hair
You were there
Then came the fall and all of
love came tumbling, stumbling down
Like leaves that lost to frost
and found
They were flying, crying
In a brown wind dying
But the winter's come and we
both should know
That the wind is white like the
swirling snow
And we'll never see all the
wonderful things to be seen
When the wind is green