Swing Tree

If I was a boy at sea I would be swinging from a broken tree I would be down on my back looking up at stars at night and if I could get back to reach to reach the saltiest of evergreens You know that I would turn back just to fight the whites of iron eyes When I hear that wind and I think of Spring Underneath an open window a carved out sign and often I would fight with my mind Saltwater brine where you hung your crown When you washed your eyes in last night's tea I thought you might come out from the dream to find that Underneath the pine grew a patch of thyme that I burned for six days in the sun 'til I heard the distant sound of drums Oh the queen had come and the King had died and my forehead burned but I closed my eyes and my forehead burned but I closed my eyes Before I go I've got to run, down the street to the market cove where I could find six seeds to bring back to the yard and plant underneath the birch tree No white skies or red sunlight In the saltwater brine My forehead burned but I closed my eyes Whoa. Now you've got to go. If I was a boy