From the recording Green Mountain Blue

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Written from a memory of when I lived on Grand Isle in Vermont.

Lyrics

Green Mountain Blue ©2012 Words and Music by Diane Battistello

I lived on an island in the Green Mountains once, in an old farmhouse with some friends.
We had to drive across a sand bar and go forty miles to town. It was forty miles home, cross the sand bar again.

We’d go fishing in the morning and swimming at noon.
In the evening we’d sit ‘neath the silvery moon -
Telling tales of days gone by and talking about dreams that lie ahead.

Oh, what a lazy life we led. Some days we sit in the garden and some days we just read.
It did not take long for us to forget the ways of the eight to five o’clock working days.

Because -
We’d go fishing in the morning and swimming at noon.
In the evening we’d sit ‘neath the silvery moon -
We’d be telling tales of days gone by. We’d be talking ‘bout dreams that lie ahead.


Well many a year has come and gone since then and we’ve all moved on to other friends.
Yet, often I sit out in the evening sun and I recall on that house and the Green Mountain fun.

You see, I never go fishing in the morning nor swimming at noon.
Though sometimes you can catch me out in a silvery moon -
And I’ll tell you my tales of days gone by and I’ll always get Green Mountain Blue.