Colour Green

I'd been a girl and wandering. Frequented my late afternoon summer in New York City, wearin' the sweater colour green. So one night I sat down in a chair and knitted there. Years after trying to lead a woman's life, I met a friend who had a red-haired wife. She said to me, Woman, I'd like your clothes. Come on and let us try both and take tender care. And when you need help I will be there Memories and seasons achieve their affairs. Sometime in April the sweater I wear. Sometime in April the letter I read. He wrote to me: Dear friend, I think of you on the top of Empire State. Dear friend, I'm lonesome. Dear friend, I've been well. How do you spell your name? The city has changed me. I am no longer the same. He wrote to me: Woman, I'd like to stay. Liberty Statue has got so many stars, but when you need help I will be there. I'd been a girl and wandering. Frequented my late afternoon summer in New York City, wearin' the sweater colour green