She wears silver and gold, In case she gets old
Purple and gray to pull her astray,
Her room it is red
The color of her head
Her beige isn't white
That she drags through the night
She wears green, oh green
Green cloth the dagger, that scantily clad her
She wears green, oh green
Green to remind her I'll always be with her
She wears violet and pink
To vouch for the stink
Of the rasp of the gutter
And all hallows clutter
Yellow and twine
To soften the lime
Of her Sunday best
Her flowered church dress
She wears green, oh green
Green cloth the dagger, that scantily clad her
She wears green, oh green
Green to remind her I'll always be with her
Black for the day
They pull her away
Dapple for her horses
Her cold cuts and torches
Cream keeps her strong
When a man sings his song
Plumgives her reason
When he's fitting for treason
She wears green, oh green
Green cloth the dagger, that scantily clad her
She wears green, oh green
Green to remind her I'll always be with her
Green to remind her I'm laying beside her