Why do you whisper, green grass,
Why tell the trees what ain’t so?
The trees don’t have to know.
Why tell them all your secrets,
Who kissed there long ago?
The trees don’t need to know.
Don’t you tell it to the breeze,
`cause she will tell the birds and bees,
And everyone will know
Because you told the blabbering trees.
Yes you told them once before,
It’s no secret anymore.
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.