Evergreen Testo

I was wielding my axe dunk whisky at the bar every night coming home out of 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
And I❝d 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 for 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 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, ut 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.