Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Greenhouse , by - Anthony Phillips. Release date: 04.02.2016
Song language: English
Greenhouse |
| Hear, a West Wind calling, |
| I hear it calling my name, |
| Snow, on Greenland falling, |
| The ice is melting away. |
| Sitting in a greenhouse painted green, |
| None to be picked and none to be seen; |
| Standing by a harbour soaking rain, |
| Why must the sky bring rain back again? |
| Wake, an angel talking, |
| She’s asking «black, white or nun?» |
| Drake, from Plymouth streaking, |
| He sinks the galleons with the guns. |
| Climbing up a creeper chasing flies, |
| Unzip their wings and look in their eyes; |
| Standing on a steeple stitching time |
| Time to be saved and time to be nine. |
| Footsteps in a blizzard point the way to go |
| Heads of marble snow men, miles and miles from home. |
| Sleeping on an Interstellar Plane. |
| Sitting in a greenhouse painted green |
| None to be picked and none to be seen |
| Sleeping on an Interstellar Plane |
| Will we return to find it again |