House Painted Green

Someday my lover we'll be
Settled into a house painted green
Not a city for miles, just the telephone line
And a phonograph player to set us a scene

In the winter we'll dig up the soil
For there's always a garden to tend
In the spring we can sing to the old folks next door
That the cold days have come to an end

But for now my apartment is busy and loud
And the garden is only a dream
Still I'm happy enough just to hear you come home
I can wait for that house painted green

I can wait for that house painted green



Credits
Writer(s): Talia Rubenstein
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