Evergreen Lyrics - The Fiery Furnaces

I was wielding my axe 

drunk whisky 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 and 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 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, 

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.