Evergreen

I was wielding my axe

Drank whiskey at the bar

Every night coming home

Out the windshield of my car

I would look through my boughs

And think I saw my lucky star

I was spreading my sheets

Took dinner all alone

Every night of the week

Awaiting for the phone

And I'd dab off my tears

With my favourite pinecone

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

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 grey

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