| Green the foggy fields of France today I journey through
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| Green the singer, Al, who sings the way I feel for you
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| Green our love so tender yet, a gift each day made new
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| Green would be the whole wide world if they our secret knew
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| Blue the little patch of sky peeping through the gray
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| Blue the color of your dress the day I went away
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| Blue the mighty ocean deep keeping us apart
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| Blue the melody I strum on this old guitar
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| I carry you with me wrapped up in my heart
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| We are the wonder that keeps the stars apart
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| The root of the root and the bud of the bud
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| The deepest of the deepest, the singing in the blood, oh
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| Gold the feeling that I get as the plane comes in to land
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| Gold the sinking western sun making its fiery bands
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| Gold the color of your curls as at the gate you stand
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| Gold the ring I bring for you to slip on your left hand
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| I carry you with me wrapped up in my heart
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| This is the wonder that keeps the stars apart
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| The root of the root and the bud of the bud
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| The deepest of the deepest, the singing in the blood
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| The root of the root and the bud of the bud
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| We are the wonder that keeps the stars apart |