Evergreen - The Fiery Furnaces

I was wielding my axe

drunk whisky at the bar

every night coming home

out the windshield of my car

I would look through the boughs

and think I saw my lucky star.

I was spreading my sheets

took dinner all alone

every night of the week

awaiting by the phone.

I would dab off my tears

with my favorite pine cone.

Needle prick my spruce root.

Dear little hemlock shoot,

Make me stay sharp,

and keen and evergreen.

I would tend to my bees

sell honey on the road

every fall in the wet

watching lorries take their load

And Iў‚¬"ўd get all my winnings

ask for special sap in code

In August three weeks

Iў‚¬"ўm back in village where I clip

all sorts of brambles and thorns

From up the hill I pip

In a little clay cup

the stuff I cross myself and sip.

Needle prick my spruce root

Dear little hemlock shoot

Make me stay sharp

and keen, evergreen.

I was casting my line

angling way the day.

The stream was swift, it was clear,

But the light was getting gray.

I bent down by the thistle

and thought of what it was Iў‚¬"ўd say.

Needle prick my spruce root

Dear little hemlock shoot

Make me stay sharp

And keen, evergreen.