It’s not that (Bbmaj7)eas y be in’ (Bb6)green,

hav ing to spend each day the (Fm6)col or of the leaves,

when I (G)think it could be (Cm7)nic er be in’ red or yel low or (Cm7)gold or some thing (F9)much more col or ful like (Bb)that.

(F7)It’s not (Bbmaj7)eas y be in’ (Bb6)green.

It seems you blend in with so man y oth er (Fm6)or di nar y things,

and peo ple (G)tend to pass you (Cm7)o ver ’cause you’re not stand ing out like flash y (Cm7)spar kles on the wa ter or stars in the (Bb)sky.

But (Dm)green is the (Abmaj7)col or of spring,

and green can be cool and (Bb)friend ly like,

and (Dm)green can be (Gm7)big like an (Gm)o cean or im (Gm7)por tant like a (C9)moun tain or (Cm7)tall like a tree.

When green is (Bbmaj9)all there is to (Bb6/9)be,

it could make you (Fm6)won der why, but why won der, (Dm7)why (G7)won der?

I am (Cm7)green, and it ’ll do fine.

It’s (Cm7)beau ti ful, and I (F9)think it’s (Bb)what I want to be.