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I was wielding my axe Drank whiskey at the bar Every night coming home Out the windshield of my car I would look through my boughs And think I saw my lucky star I was spreading my sheets Took dinner all alone Every night of the week Awaiting for the phone And I'd dab off my tears With my favourite pinecone Needle prick my spruce root Dear little hemlock shoot Make me stay sharp and keen, evergreen I would tend to my bees Sell honey on the road Every fall in the wet Watching lorries take their load And I'd get all my winnings Ask for special sap in code In August for three weeks SongtexteI'm back in the village where I clip All sorts of brambles and thorns From up the hill I pip In a little clay cup I cross myself and sip Needle prick my spruce root Dear little hemlock shoot Make me stay sharp and keen, evergreen I was casting my line Angling way the day The stream was swift it was clear But the light was getting grey I bent down by the thistle And thought of what it was I'd say Needle prick my spruce root Dear little hemlock shoot Make me stay sharp and keen, evergreen Aus Songtexte Mania