Evergreen
Evergreen Echoes: Whisky, Honey, and Wilderness Tales
Lyrics
I was wielding my axe drunk whisky at the bar every night coming home
I was intoxicated, wielding my axe, and drinking whisky at the bar every night before returning home.
Out of the windshield of my car
While driving, I looked through the car windshield.
I would look through the boughs and think I saw my lucky star.
I believed I saw my lucky star when looking through the branches (boughs).
I was spreading my sheets took dinner all alone every night of the week
I set up my sheets and had dinner alone every night of the week.
Awaiting by the phone
I waited by the phone, anticipating something.
And I'd dab off my tears with my favorite pine cone.
I wiped away my tears with my favorite pine cone.
Needle prick my spruce root
A needle pricked my spruce root, a symbolic or metaphorical reference.
Dear little hemlock shoot
Addressing a young hemlock shoot with affection.
Make me stay sharp and keen, evergreen.
Asking for assistance to remain sharp and keen, symbolizing vitality and strength, using the term "evergreen."
I would tend to my bees sell honey on the road every fall
I attended to my bees and sold honey on the road during the fall.
In the wet watching lorries take their load
Observing lorries taking their load in the rain.
And I'd get all my winnings ask for special sap in code
I received my winnings and requested a special sap in code.
In August for three weeks I'm back in the village
During August, I returned to the village for three weeks.
Where I clip all sorts of brambles and thorns from up the hill I pip
Clipping various brambles and thorns from up the hill.
In a little clay cup the stuff I cross myself and sip.
Drinking a substance from a clay cup, perhaps with religious connotations.
Needle prick my spruce root
A needle pricked my spruce root again.
Dear little hemlock shoot
Addressing a young hemlock shoot again.
Make me stay sharp and keen, evergreen.
Repeating the request for assistance to stay sharp and keen, evergreen.
I was casting my line angling way the day.
I was fishing (casting my line) throughout the day.
The stream was swift, it was clear, out the light was getting gray.
The stream was swift and clear, but the light was fading.
I bent down by the thistle and thought of what it was I'd say.
I bent down by the thistle, contemplating what to say.
Needle prick my spruce root
Another needle pricked my spruce root.
Dear little hemlock shoot
Addressing the young hemlock shoot once more.
Make me stay sharp and keen, evergreen.
Reiterating the request for assistance to stay sharp and keen, evergreen.
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