ALL singers have shadows
That follow like fears,
But I know a singer
Who never saw tears;
A gay lovea green love
Delightsomedivine:
The Spring is that singer
An old love of mine!
All players have shadows,
And into the play
Old sorrows will saunter
Old sorrows will stay.
But here is a player
Whose speech is divine:
The Spring is that player
An old love of mine!
All singers grow heavy:
Their hours as they run
Bite up all the blossoms,
Suck up all the sun;
But I know a singer
Delightsomedivine:
The gay lovethe green love
An old love of mine!
The Green Singer
written byJohn Shaw Neilson
© John Shaw Neilson