Green Drop
(Nat Keefe)
  [portions in Twi, the language of the Ashanti people of
   central Ghana; the trasncription is phonetic only, as
   there is no written language for Twi] 


My head is filled with stream way visions of river-bound chords
The music we’ll play on the rocks on this green drop kind of day
I’ve got myself a lover; she’s my banjo pickin’ friend
We’re alive in the moment, whoa, on this green drop kind of day
My joy is not my own, it’s part of bigger whole
We laugh, a thousand angels sing, and pass it on to other souls

Love what you say, and what you eat, and what you play
On this green drop kind of day
Love what you say, and what you eat, and what you play
On this green drop kind of day

His head is filled with ancient rhythms, a slow moving train
American girls come around on this green drop kind of day

Me ni jay nyeah me dia, a yay fah who ka se ay mo  [my joy is not my home...] 
Sa wu sray um pepe a bofo nyum so  [when you laugh...]
Twa so ka fro fro swo  [and pass it on to...] 

O do nyi wo ka, nyi wo di, nyi who yay  [love what you say...] 
On this green drop kind of day 
Love what you say, and what you eat, and what you play
On this green drop kind of day
O do nyi wo ka, nyi wo di, nyi who yay
On this green drop kind of day

“I know some dirty songs,” she said, and he knew they'd get along
The stop lights flash, the cars scream, on this green drop kind of day
They bought themselves a bottle of rum and laughed ‘til 3 am
They shared a taxi home, whoa, on this green drop kind of day

My joy is not my own, it’s part of bigger whole
We laugh, a thousand angels sing, and pass it on to other souls

(2X)
Love what you say, and what you eat, and what you play
On this green drop kind of day
O do nyi wo ka, nyi wo di, nyi who yay
On this green drop kind of day

I love what I say, what I eat, and what I play on this green drop kind of day
Green drop kind of day