| Song | When the Wind Was Green |
| Artist | Frank Sinatra |
| Album | September of My Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stinson | |
| When the wind was green at the start of the spring | |
| When the wind was green like a living thing | |
| It was on my lips and its kiss was fair | |
| You were there | |
| When the wind was red like a summer wine | |
| When the wind was red like your lips on mine | |
| It caressed my face and it tossed my hair | |
| You were there | |
| Then came the fall and all of love came tumbling | |
| Stumbling down like leaves that lost to frost and found | |
| They were flying, crying | |
| In a brown wind dying | |
| But the winter's come and we both should know | |
| That the wind is white like the swirling snow | |
| And we'll never see all the wonderful things to be seen | |
| When the wind is green |
| zuo ci : Stinson | |
| When the wind was green at the start of the spring | |
| When the wind was green like a living thing | |
| It was on my lips and its kiss was fair | |
| You were there | |
| When the wind was red like a summer wine | |
| When the wind was red like your lips on mine | |
| It caressed my face and it tossed my hair | |
| You were there | |
| Then came the fall and all of love came tumbling | |
| Stumbling down like leaves that lost to frost and found | |
| They were flying, crying | |
| In a brown wind dying | |
| But the winter' s come and we both should know | |
| That the wind is white like the swirling snow | |
| And we' ll never see all the wonderful things to be seen | |
| When the wind is green |
| zuò cí : Stinson | |
| When the wind was green at the start of the spring | |
| When the wind was green like a living thing | |
| It was on my lips and its kiss was fair | |
| You were there | |
| When the wind was red like a summer wine | |
| When the wind was red like your lips on mine | |
| It caressed my face and it tossed my hair | |
| You were there | |
| Then came the fall and all of love came tumbling | |
| Stumbling down like leaves that lost to frost and found | |
| They were flying, crying | |
| In a brown wind dying | |
| But the winter' s come and we both should know | |
| That the wind is white like the swirling snow | |
| And we' ll never see all the wonderful things to be seen | |
| When the wind is green |