The Green of the Melody (Verse 1) Your hair holds the purest shade, an emerald in the light, A green that only a true dream could render right. But I call you "Green Eyes", and it's not just the hue, It's your soul's looking-glass, making my spirits new. You smile when you play an old standard so classic, A sound only your story can make less emphatic. (Chorus) And I love that nostalgic touch you always bring, In the melodies where the old memories still swing. It’s an elegant homage, honest and refined, To the great singers of the world, one of a kind. My sight brightens up, my whole soul is consumed, When your voice becomes the light where the tune is bloomed. (Verse 2) You sing and we travel through ages, right and far, I feel the heartbeat of a soulful, deep Blues bar. It's not just the song the wide world used to know, It's history’s power that in your sound starts to grow. Every note that vibrates, the swing that you infuse, It's your soul reflecting, with nothing left to lose. (Bridge) It’s only you, it's your beautiful art, That takes the world's old songs and sets them apart. As new, as the present, as the feelings we find, Your gift is to mirror and leave no trace behind. And I get so happy, truly, my dear, Just feeling your voice... Reflected in the songs you sing for us to hear.
