| Song | Waltz of Green |
| Artist | Josephine Foster |
| Album | This Coming Gladness |
| 作曲 : Foster | |
| A garland of green my lover i send | |
| And a green turtle to ride thee hence | |
| Not fast nor fierce but in ten years time | |
| When you my love are in your prime | |
| When you my love are in your prime | |
| And in ten years time the green of the vine | |
| Will be a gentle tender hue | |
| And so my hope, my lover my love | |
| That i may find ye tender too | |
| That i may find ye tender too | |
| The leaves of the tree are deep underground | |
| The needles of pines sew the soil to the mound | |
| The air is of smoke but i see no fire | |
| Red roses they droop their heads on the briar | |
| Red roses they droop their heads on the briar | |
| And who should be dancing along to this tune | |
| I spy mother nature and father time swoon | |
| Their bodies are bent their faces are gray | |
| But they are the may king and queen, aren’t they | |
| Yes, they are the may king and queen, aren’t they | |
| A garland of green my lover i send | |
| And a green turtle to ride thee hence | |
| Not fast nor fierce but in ten years time | |
| When you my love are in your prime | |
| When you my love are in your prime |
| zuò qǔ : Foster | |
| A garland of green my lover i send | |
| And a green turtle to ride thee hence | |
| Not fast nor fierce but in ten years time | |
| When you my love are in your prime | |
| When you my love are in your prime | |
| And in ten years time the green of the vine | |
| Will be a gentle tender hue | |
| And so my hope, my lover my love | |
| That i may find ye tender too | |
| That i may find ye tender too | |
| The leaves of the tree are deep underground | |
| The needles of pines sew the soil to the mound | |
| The air is of smoke but i see no fire | |
| Red roses they droop their heads on the briar | |
| Red roses they droop their heads on the briar | |
| And who should be dancing along to this tune | |
| I spy mother nature and father time swoon | |
| Their bodies are bent their faces are gray | |
| But they are the may king and queen, aren' t they | |
| Yes, they are the may king and queen, aren' t they | |
| A garland of green my lover i send | |
| And a green turtle to ride thee hence | |
| Not fast nor fierce but in ten years time | |
| When you my love are in your prime | |
| When you my love are in your prime |