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

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

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 (If I was a boy, if I was a boy)

You know that I would turn back just to fight the whites of iron eyes (If I was a boy)

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

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, closed my eyes

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

(Before I go I've got to run down the street to the market cove) 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 (Where I could find six seeds to bring back to the yard and plant underneath the birch tree)

If I was a boy at sea (No white skies or red sunlight)

I would be swinging from a broken tree (In the saltwater brine)

I would be down on my back looking up at stars at night (My forehead burned but I closed my eyes)

(Whoa, now you've got to go) 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

If I was a boy, if I was a boy

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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