House Painted Green Lyrics

Someday my lover we'll be

Settled into a house painted green

Not a city for miles, just the telephone line

And a phonograph player to set us a scene

In the winter we'll dig up the soil

For there's always a garden to tend

In the spring we can sing to the old folks next door

That the cold days have come to an end

But for now my apartment is busy and loud

And the garden is only a dream

Still I'm happy enough just to hear you come home

I can wait for that house painted green

I can wait for that house painted green