"Green River Shore" neil laurence © 2008 hp inc.
. . . he was way up on the mountain where blue streams flow
deep in the pine where north winds blow
as pretty as a picture on the green river shore
she was dancing on the leaves of the sycamore
he’d never seen a vision like this before
. . . so he woo’ed her with bouquets ‘till one summers eve
gazing at stars thru’ juniper trees
he gets down on his knee to ask for her hand
she squeezes him tight and whispers “you’re my man”
so they send for
the preacher and a blue grass band
to the green river green river green river shore
she loves him whoa’ how he adores
pretty ebony eyes under the sycamore
shady banks of the green river shore
. . . then he builds a house of pine on the river side
a cozy nest for his pretty bride
as firewood burned thru’ long winters freeze
they got busy creating their family
watching seasons change from gold to green
to the green river green river green river shore
she loves him whoa’ how he adores
pretty ebony eyes under the sycamore
shady banks of the green river shore
. . . now his beautiful angel’s baking blueberry pies
kids in the garden chasing
butterflies
corn’s growing tall and they all have found
how love still makes the world go ‘round
and ‘round and ‘round and up and down
on the green river green river green river shore
she gives him kisses
forever more
with her ruby lips under the sycamore
shady banks of the green river shore
. . . pretty ebony eyes under the sycamore
diamond skies where silver eagles
soar
where the deer and the antelope play forever
more
shady banks of
the green river shore
shady banks of the green river shore
shady banks of the green river shore
