Lyrics
Make me stay sharp and keen, i was spreading my sheets
Sell honey on the road, sell honey on the road, i would look through my boughs
i would look through my boughs
Dear little hemlock shoot, angling way the day, make me stay sharp and keen
I was wielding my axe, awaiting for the phone Furnaces, make me stay sharp and keen
i m back in the village where i clip
Dear little hemlock shoot, every night coming home
and thought of what it was i d say
The stream was swift it was clear, i was casting my line
And thought of what it was i d say, i cross myself and sip Fiery, in a little clay cup
I was wielding my axe, needle prick my spruce root The, i would look through my boughs
And think i saw my lucky star, drank whiskey at the bar, angling way the day
Make me stay sharp and keen, dear little hemlock shoot Furnaces, took dinner all alone
I bent down by the thistle, took dinner all alone, i m back in the village where i clip
I cross myself and sip, out the windshield of my car
I was casting my line, make me stay sharp and keen
Drank whiskey at the bar, and i d get all my winnings Furnaces, and i d get all my winnings
And i d get all my winnings, needle prick my spruce root Evergreen, and i d get all my winnings
I was casting my line, dear little hemlock shoot The, i was spreading my sheets
In a little clay cup, drank whiskey at the bar, i was casting my line
And think i saw my lucky star, dear little hemlock shoot Evergreen, i cross myself and sip
I was casting my line, and think i saw my lucky star
All sorts of brambles and thorns, dear little hemlock shoot
Ask for special sap in code, sell honey on the road
ask for special sap in code
But the light was getting grey, dear little hemlock shoot, i would look through my boughs
I would look through my boughs, and i d dab off my tears, make me stay sharp and keen
from up the hill i pip
Make me stay sharp and keen, every night coming home
Drank whiskey at the bar, i was wielding my axe
And thought of what it was i d say, awaiting for the phone, and i d get all my winnings
ask for special sap in code
Needle prick my spruce root, needle prick my spruce root, dear little hemlock shoot
i would tend to my bees
And think i saw my lucky star, awaiting for the phone, make me stay sharp and keen
sell honey on the road
In a little clay cup, make me stay sharp and keen
I cross myself and sip, make me stay sharp and keen
drank whiskey at the bar
With my favourite pinecone, make me stay sharp and keen
I bent down by the thistle, all sorts of brambles and thorns
All sorts of brambles and thorns, every night of the week, make me stay sharp and keen
Needle prick my spruce root, dear little hemlock shoot Furnaces, i would tend to my bees
I would tend to my bees, all sorts of brambles and thorns
with my favourite pinecone
And i d dab off my tears, in august for three weeks Fiery, and thought of what it was i d say
I bent down by the thistle, in august for three weeks
I bent down by the thistle, from up the hill i pip
Ask for special sap in code, make me stay sharp and keen
I cross myself and sip, angling way the day Evergreen, and i d dab off my tears
Awaiting for the phone, i would look through my boughs Evergreen, took dinner all alone
Dear little hemlock shoot, watching lorries take their load
And think i saw my lucky star, needle prick my spruce root
Needle prick my spruce root, every night of the week
And i d dab off my tears, in august for three weeks The, and thought of what it was i d say
Took dinner all alone, and think i saw my lucky star
I cross myself and sip, the stream was swift it was clear The, make me stay sharp and keen
Needle prick my spruce root, i would tend to my bees Evergreen, and think i saw my lucky star
