Swing Tree

(Rostam) 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
 (Wes) 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
 (Rostam) 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
 (Wes) 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
 (Rostam) 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...