There’s a girl who gets off my train has green hair
From some angles I catch she looks like you
Except you never had green hair
But you did have a dimple smile
And a black skirt, little black shoes like those

Her walk is right, and her height is right too
Hair that almost was, but never was
I almost spoke, first I saw her
But I had to let you go
Left on a different journey to me

There is a lock of hair in my draw
It is not green and it is not you

I wish you were here to have green hair