Tree by the River

Mary Anne, do you remember
The tree by the river when we were seventeen?
Dark canyon wall, the call and the answer
And the mare in the pasture pitch black and baring its teeth

I recall the sun in our faces
Stuck and leaning on braces
And being strangers to change

Radio and the bones we found frozen
And all the thorns and the roses
Beneath your window pane

Now I’m asleep in a car
I mean the world to a potty-mouth girl
A pretty pair of blue-eyed birds

Time isn’t kind or unkind
You liked to say but I wonder to who
What it is you’re saying today?

— Sam Beam (Iron & Wine)


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