I'm home again in my old narrow bed Where I grew tall and my feet hung over the end The low beam room with the window looking out On the soft summer garden Where the boys grew in the trees
Here I grew guilty And no one was at fault Frightened by the power in every innocent thought And the silent understanding passing down >from daughter to daughter Let the boys grow in the trees
Do you go to them or do you let them come to you Do you stand in back afraid that you'll intrude Deny yourself and hope someone will see And live like a flower While the boys grew in the trees
Last night I slept in sheets the colour of fire Tonight I lie alone again and curse my own desires Sentenced first to burn and then to freeze And watch by the window Where the boys grew in the trees
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