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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
On the soft summer garden
Where the boys grew in the trees

Here I grew guilty
And no one was at fault
Frightened by the power
In every innocent thought
And the silent understanding passing down
From daughter to daughter
Let the boys grow in the trees

Do you go to them
Or do you let them come to you
Do you stand in back
Afraid that you'll intrude
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
Tonight I lie alone again
And I curse my own desires
Sentenced first to burn and then to freeze
And watch by the window
Where the boys grew in the trees
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   On the soft summer garden   Where the boys grew in the trees      Here I grew guilty   And no one was at fault   Frightened by the power   In every innocent thought   And the silent understanding passing down   From daughter to daughter   Let the boys grow in the trees      Do you go to them   Or do you let them come to you   Do you stand in back   Afraid that you'll intrude   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   Tonight I lie alone again   And I curse my own desires   Sentenced first to burn and then to freeze   And watch by the window   Where the boys grew in the trees