again coldness is giving way  makes me smell the breath of may  again wafting near what makes me scream  fear is fighting, fighting the green  fear is fighting, fighting the green  fighting the green...    and again and again i feel this shooting pain  and again hide bmyself behind a wall of distain  reach for a saving hand and again  at the slightest touch in vain  and again and again in vain  and again and again in vain...    refusal of taking keeps me from giving  hence i'm not getting, hence i'm not living  seems to be my fate, to be my scheme  fear is fighting, fighting the green  fear is fighting, fighting the green  fighting the green...    and again and again i feel this shooting pain  and again hide bmyself behind a wall of distain  reach for a saving hand and again  at the slightest touch in vain  and again and again in vain  and again and again in vain...    a choked whisper, a died out gleam  the try of a smile remains unseen  spring is a poem, a winter's a dream  fear is fighting, fighting the green  fear is fighting, fighting the green  fighting the green...    and again and again i feel this shooting pain  and again hide bmyself behind a wall of distain  reach for a saving hand and again  at the slightest touch in vain  and again and again in vain  and again and again in vain...