ANTHONY PHILLIPS


Greenhouse Lyrics

Hear, a West Wind calling,
I hear it calling my name,
Snow, on Greenland falling,
The ice is melting away.
Sitting in a greenhouse painted green,
None to be picked and none to be seen;
Standing by a harbour soaking rain,
Why must the sky bring rain back again?
Wake, an angel talking,
She's asking "black, white or nun?"
Drake, from Plymouth streaking,
He sinks the galleons with the guns.
Climbing up a creeper chasing flies,
Unzip their wings and look in their eyes;
Standing on a steeple stitching time
Time to be saved and time to be nine.
Footsteps in a blizzard point the way to go
Heads of marble snow men, miles and miles from home.
Sleeping on an Interstellar Plane.
Sitting in a greenhouse painted green
None to be picked and none to be seen
Sleeping on an Interstellar Plane
Will we return to find it again?

Correct these lyrics


Watch Anthony Phillips Greenhouse video

check amazon for Greenhouse mp3 download

Record Label(s): 2008 Voiceprint Records
Official lyrics by

Rate Greenhouse by Anthony Phillips (current rating: N/A)
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
Meaning to "Greenhouse" song lyrics no entries yet
required
capthca required

Characters count
: min. 50 characters