Richard Shindell. Gray Green. Zeneszám

Gray green - his baby?s eyes are gray green
She closes them and sleep comes
To carry her away

He?s singing: noni, noni, noni
Even though she?s long gone
Down into his arms

A siren is crying way off in the distance
Calling her back to the world

Outside, the midnight sky is clearing
The Three Marias shine down
And find her where she dreams

So sweet, the breeze that stirs the curtains
The breeze they send to tease

Her hair across her eyes

The siren climbs like a thief through the window
Calling her back to the world

He chooses, and asks them to forgive him
The Three Marias winking,
He pulls the window down

Gray green - his baby?s eyes are gray green
She closes them and sleep comes
To carry her away