D D A G
D D A G
D D
A G
green takes the leaves
D
snow takes the sea
A G D
it reminded me how awful things can be
A G D
trying to recall your tiny voice
A G D
till the fever breaks it's all that I can hear
A G D
counting down the numbers of the days
A G D
was it the same amount of roses on your grave
A G D
finally I brought myself to sing these words
A G D
after the snow you can finally see
A G D
if you could be the trees I would be your leaves
G A D Bm
after she died, we decided to believe
G A D
that her favorite color was probably green
G A D Bm
on the day she died, in our hearts we did believe
G A D
that her favorite color was probably green
