green, you green.

green wind. green branches.

t on the sea

and tain.

it

she dreams on her balcony,

green flesh, her hair green,

h eyes of cold silver.

green, you green.

under the gypsy moon,

all tching her

and s see them.

green, you green.

big stars

come he fish of shadow

t opens the road of dawn.

tree rubs its wind

s branches,

and t, cunning cat,

bristles its brittle fibers.

but who will come? and from where?

sill on her balcony

green flesh, her hair green,

dreaming in tter sea.

--my friend, i to trade

my horse for her house,

my saddle for her mirror,

my knife for .

my friend, i come bleeding

from tes of cabra.

--if it were possible, my boy,

id trade.

but no i,

nor is my house now my house.

--my friend, i to die

decently in my bed.

of iron, if ts possible,

s of fine chambray.

dont you see the wound i have

from my c up to my t?

--your we s has grown

ty dark brown roses.

your blood oozes and flees

around the coers of your sash.