again coldness is giving way
   makes me smell the breath of may
   again wafting near what makes me scream
   fear is fighting, fighting the green
   fear is fighting, fighting the green
   fighting the green...
  
   and again and again i feel this shooting pain
   and again hide bmyself behind a wall of distain
   reach for a saving hand and again
   at the slightest touch in vain
   and again and again in vain
   and again and again in vain...
  
   refusal of taking keeps me from giving
   hence i'm not getting, hence i'm not living
   seems to be my fate, to be my scheme
   fear is fighting, fighting the green
   fear is fighting, fighting the green
   fighting the green...
  
   and again and again i feel this shooting pain
   and again hide bmyself behind a wall of distain
   reach for a saving hand and again
   at the slightest touch in vain
   and again and again in vain
   and again and again in vain...
  
   a choked whisper, a died out gleam
   the try of a smile remains unseen
   spring is a poem, a winter's a dream
   fear is fighting, fighting the green
   fear is fighting, fighting the green
   fighting the green...
  
   and again and again i feel this shooting pain
   and again hide bmyself behind a wall of distain
   reach for a saving hand and again
   at the slightest touch in vain
   and again and again in vain
   and again and again in vain...