She's smart as a whip and shoots from the hip

She's calm in a crisis and clever

She's stronger than men and quick with a pen

She's wiser than Plato was ever

 

Forest Green. Forest Green, my sylvan lover

Take care not to get that one riled

She lives in the woods with all her goods

A creature of Nature, God's child

 

I was walking my dog on a day blunt with fog

When my eye was caught by her woodsmoke

She stood at the well as bright as a bell

Her blouse as yellow as egg-yoke

 

Forest Green, Forest Green, my sylvan lover

Take care not to get that one riled

She lives in the woods with all her goods

A creature of Nature. God's child

 

Women come in all shapes and sizes

But all lack what Forest Green comprises

 

Forest Green, Forest Green, my sylvan lover

Take care not to get that one riled

She lives in the woods with all her goods

A creature of Nature, God's child