As I lay here by the grass green
I wonder what could this mean?
My heart beat fast and quick
All I need is another cry
Oh by the grass green
I will never know what this could mean
So I sit here in dark of the hour
Wondering, how could life go sour?
My love for her is like a tower
Yet she may never know this true
As I let the time of the hour float by
I wonder how I might die
Now I lay here in the grass green
Pondering in the dark of the hour
What could I give a girl of such perfection?
Nothing, but a flower
Such a girl could never care for anything, but
In the darkness of the hour
As I see her pass by,
I feel my heart beating to and fro
The flower in my hand ready
In the dark of the hour
And the grass green
I extend my hand to hers
There I lay,
In the grass green
As she walks on by,
In the dark of the hour
The flower remained unseen
Just as every time afore
As I lay there in the dark of the hour
I know that my plan was sour
I take my leap into the unforgiving sea
This shall be my last shower
In the grass green lay my flower
As I lowered into thy,
upon my last hour.
