again coldness is giving way

makes me smell the breath of may

again wafting near what makes me scream

fear is fighting, fighting the green

fear is fighting, fighting the green

fighting the green...



and again and again i feel this shooting pain

and again hide bmyself behind a wall of distain

reach for a saving hand and again

at the slightest touch in vain

and again and again in vain

and again and again in vain...



refusal of taking keeps me from giving

hence i'm not getting, hence i'm not living

seems to be my fate, to be my scheme

fear is fighting, fighting the green

fear is fighting, fighting the green

fighting the green...



and again and again i feel this shooting pain

and again hide bmyself behind a wall of distain

reach for a saving hand and again

at the slightest touch in vain

and again and again in vain

and again and again in vain...



a choked whisper, a died out gleam

the try of a smile remains unseen

spring is a poem, a winter's a dream

fear is fighting, fighting the green

fear is fighting, fighting the green

fighting the green...



and again and again i feel this shooting pain

and again hide bmyself behind a wall of distain

reach for a saving hand and again

at the slightest touch in vain

and again and again in vain

and again and again in vain...