“little green” by joni mitchell
born with the moon in cancer
choose her a name she’ll answer too
call her green and the winters can not fade her
call her green for the children who have made her
little, green, be a gypsy dancer
he went to california
hearing that everything’s warmer there
so you write him a letter, say, “her eyes are blue”
he sends you a poem and she’s lost to you
little, green, he’s a non-comformer
just a little green
like the color when the spring is born
there’ll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
just a little green
like the night’s when the northern lights perform
there’ll be icicles and birthday clothes
and sometimes there’ll be sorrow
child with a child pretending
weary of lies you’re sending home
so you sign all the papers in the family name
you’re sad and you’re sorry but you’re not ashamed
little green, have a happy ending
just a little green
like the color when the spring is born
there’ll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
just a little green
like the night’s when the northern lights perform
there’ll be icicles and birthday clothes
and sometimes there’ll be sorrow
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