
Lyrics
Incandescent golden hue
Fluorescent sunbeams shiny new
Shut out the cold the rain the snow
Linoleum is cold below
What could be more precious
A favored prized possession
Emerald blades hanging high above
Greet the sun with untamed love
The air so fresh and pure
As if a summer breeze has drifted in
Green the color of life so true
That kisses the air and gives breath to you
There are sometimes in the winter dead
I’m stuck indoors hiding ‘neath the bed
But must not forget the golden rule
Feed the earth and it feeds you
So up I go - I must go on
Even with the mind withdrawn
I reach I fill my watering can
Sometimes, sometimes . . .
Plants . . . are . . . the only . . . people
I can stand!