Martin Newell
Martin Newell
Martin Newell
Martin Newell
Martin Newell
Martin Newell
Martin Newell
Martin Newell
Martin Newell
Martin Newell
Martin Newell
Martin Newell
Martin Newell
Martin Newell
You would live so fast
'Til your time was past
Lonely runner
With a look so fine
You could turn dark time
Into colour
And a gallant just for a day
'Til the cheers have faded away
To the opium world
Of the green-gold girl of the summer
Do the stars crash down
To the cold hard ground?
Any number
(No one there to stop them falling)
As I watch the light
In the showbiz night
And I wonder
(Do I hear a lost boy call?)
From a windswept place on a hill
I will raise my glass to you still
And the opium world
Of the green-gold girl of the summer
As change follows change
And the west wind drags another ship down
And down
You would live so fast
'Til your time was past
Lonely runner
With a look so fine
You could turn dark time
Into colour
And a gallant just for a day
'Til the cheers have faded away
To the opium world
Of the green-gold girl of the summer
To the opium world
Of the green-gold girl of the summer
To the opium world
Of the green-gold girl...
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay...
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay...
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay...
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay...
The Green-Gold Girl of the Summer was written by Martin Newell.
The Green-Gold Girl of the Summer was produced by Andy Partridge.