Evergreen

I was wielding my axe, drunk whiskey 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, evergreen

I would tend to my bees, sell honey on the road

Every fall in the wet watching lorries take their load

And I'd get all my winnings, ask for special sap in code

In August three weeks, I'm back in the village where I clip

All sorts of brambles and thorns, from up the hill I pip

In a little clay cup the stuff, then 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 I'd say

Needle prick my spruce root

Dear little hemlock shoot

Make me stay sharp and keen, evergreen