| Song | Green Fingers |
| Artist | Peter Hammill |
| Album | Out of Water |
| He'll be young forever if he keeps this up... | |
| so the bedroom playboy's never going to grow up. | |
| The heart is a secret garden | |
| to which there are no short cuts. | |
| Only green young fingers make the garden bloom; | |
| for the serious young man now is always too soon. | |
| The heart is a secret garden, | |
| the head is a darkened room. | |
| Close your eyes... | |
| how does it feel to be in love? | |
| Much too difficult, you shove | |
| green fingers into gloves. | |
| Get those fingers dirty – | |
| now you're getting warm; | |
| blood those hands with passion, | |
| turn your face to the storm. | |
| The heart is a bed of roses, | |
| the heart is a bed of thorns. | |
| Bleed, green fingers, bleed. | |
| Bleed, green fingers, bleed. | |
| Some future memory stirs... | |
| someone's always getting burned | |
| if intensity holds true. | |
| If it's real to be in love | |
| how does it feel to be in love? | |
| Green fingers stripped of gloves. |
| He' ll be young forever if he keeps this up... | |
| so the bedroom playboy' s never going to grow up. | |
| The heart is a secret garden | |
| to which there are no short cuts. | |
| Only green young fingers make the garden bloom | |
| for the serious young man now is always too soon. | |
| The heart is a secret garden, | |
| the head is a darkened room. | |
| Close your eyes... | |
| how does it feel to be in love? | |
| Much too difficult, you shove | |
| green fingers into gloves. | |
| Get those fingers dirty | |
| now you' re getting warm | |
| blood those hands with passion, | |
| turn your face to the storm. | |
| The heart is a bed of roses, | |
| the heart is a bed of thorns. | |
| Bleed, green fingers, bleed. | |
| Bleed, green fingers, bleed. | |
| Some future memory stirs... | |
| someone' s always getting burned | |
| if intensity holds true. | |
| If it' s real to be in love | |
| how does it feel to be in love? | |
| Green fingers stripped of gloves. |