| Bb | /A | Gm | F | |
| And | with the | rain a | stranger | came, |
| D# | /E | F | |
| His | eyes were filled | with | love and pain, |
| Bb | /A | Gm | F | |
| He | eat and | slept and | darkness | fell, |
| D# | /E | F | |
| And | in his sleep his | mind did | tell of, |
| D# | Bb7 | D# | Bb7 | |
| Green | Circles, | Green | Circles. |
| He dreamt of circles in the air, |
| And in his heart and everywhere, |
| He wanted all the world to be, |
| As free as he so they could see those, |
| Green Circles, Green Circles. |
| His face was worn, |
| The lines they told, |
| The dust and patience of his load, |
| As with the dawn he went his way, |
| and with him went his love and pain, |
| And Green Circles, Green Circles. |
| Bb | D# | Bb | D# | Bb | D# | |
| Green | Circles, | Green | Circles, | Green | Circles (repeat) |
| D# | Bb7 | D# | Bb7 | |
| Green | Circles, (circles of) | Green Circles, ( | circles of) (repeat and fade) |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |