I'm home again in my old narrow bed
Where I grew tall and my feet hung over the end
The low beam room with the window looking out
Where the boys grew in the trees
On the soft summer garden Here I grew guilty
Frightened by the power in every innocent thought
And the silent understanding passing down
And no one was at fault
Do you stand in back afraid that you'll intrude
From daughter to daughter
Let the boys grow in the trees
Do you go to them or do you let them come to you
Deny yourself and hope someone will see
And live like a flower While the boys grow in the trees
Last night I slept in sheets the color of fire
Sentenced first to burn and then to freeze
Tonight I lie alone again and curse my own desire
And watch by the window
Where the boys grew in the trees.
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