The Wearing of the Green
As I gaze over my valley
It is such a pretty scene.
I suspect it’s much like Ireland
With the wearing of the green.
And although she won’t be marching
In St Patrick’s big parade,
She is ready for the party
And her plans have all been made.
Dressed in various greens of springtime,
With bright colors in between,
There’s no place that can outdo her
In the wearing of the green.
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