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By Fred Fisher and Doris Fisher Why do you whisper, green grass? Why tell the trees what ain`t so? Whispering grass, the trees don`t have to know, No, no. Why tell them all your secrets? Who kissed there long ago? Whispering grass, the trees don`t need to know. Don`t you tell it to the breeze `Cause they will tell the birds and bees And ev`ryone will know Because you told the blabbering trees. Yes, you told them once before, It`s no secret any more. Why tell them all the old things? They`re buried under the snow. Whispering grass, don`t tell the trees `Cause the trees don`t need to know. Why tell them all the old things? They`re buried under the snow. Whispering grass, don`t tell the trees `Cause the trees don`t need to know. |