2006-11-17 [Written after she gave up her child for adoption in the 60s]
Little Green
Born with the moon in Cancer Choose her a name she will answer to Call her green and the winters cannot fade her Call her green for the children who've made her Little, green, be a gypsy dancer
He went to California Hearing that everything's warmer there So you write him a letter and 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 nights 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 are sending home So you sign all the papers in the family name You're sad and you're sorry but you're not ashamed A 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 nights when the Northern lights perform There'll be icicles and birthday clothes And sometimes there'll be sorrow
