| Why do you whisper, green grass
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| why tell the trees what ain’t so?
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| whispering grass, the trees don’t need to know…
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| why tell them all your secrets… who kissed here long ago?
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| whispering grass… the trees don’t need to know.
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| Don’t you tell it to the trees,
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| 'cause they will tell the birds and bees
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| and everyone will know,
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| because you told the blabbering trees.
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| Yes you told them… once before.
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| and it is no secret, anymore.
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| Why tell them all the old things?
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| They’re buried under the snow…
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| whispering grass, the trees don’t need to know.
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| Don’t you tell it to the trees,
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| 'cause they will tell it to the birds and bees…
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| and everyone will know
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| because you told the blabbering trees,
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| yes you told them… once before,
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| And it’s no secret anymore.
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| Why tell them all the old things?
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| They’re buried under the snow.
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| Whispering grass, the trees dont need to know… |