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I'd dress in weeping willow
If that would make her love me
My love’s so fond of green
My love’s so fond of green
I'd lie beneath a cypress tree
And sleep on a bed of rosemary
My love’s so fond of green
My love’s so fond of green
I'd even join the huntsmen
if she’d think better of me
My love loves hunting green
My love loves hunting green
My prey would be a painless death
I'd hunt it to my dying breath
My love loves hunting green
My love loves hunting green
Then bury me on a hillside
with turf and grass above me
My love’s so fond of green
My love’s so fond of green
So let no dark grey cross be seen
Not flowers of beige or aubergine
Let everything be green
Let everything be green
WRITERS
Franz Schubert
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Lyrics © CARL FISCHER, LLC
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