(H. Stinson)

[Recorded April 14, 1965, Hollywood]



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