green eyes and 
red hair, I 
dream of her.
each night a 
silent movie
plays, black on
white yet I
know for sure
her eyes be 
green and the
fire in her hair
is calling me 
there
green eyes and 
red hair, I 
dream of her.
each night a 
silent movie
plays, black on
white yet I
know for sure
her eyes be 
green and the
fire in her hair
is calling me 
there