You step off the curb by the shop
Where the city noise seems to stop
He opens the gate with a creak
The air is heavy and sleek
It is green gold under the sun
Wild vines that will never be done
Deep in the soil where the roots hold tight
Turning the gray into emerald light
He points to the Hedera leaf
A climbing wall beyond belief
The dirt is rich and dark as oil
Patience is born in the soil
It is green gold under the sun
Wild vines that will never be done
Deep in the soil where the roots hold tight
Turning the gray into emerald light
The Digitalis stands tall
Against the old brick workshop wall
He tells you the secret of growth
A silent and botanical oath
It is green gold under the sun
Wild vines that will never be done
Deep in the soil where the roots hold tight
Turning the gray into emerald light
You see how the wild mint will spread
Across the old concrete bed
He smiles with a look in his eye
Under a wide open sky
It is green gold under the sun
Wild vines that will never be done
Deep in the soil where the roots hold tight
Turning the gray into emerald light
Emerald light.
Just let it grow.
Green gold.
