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...