Boy in a Tree - Nits

When she drops in town a little handkerchief

He picks it up for her

Although he’s not a prince of charm

Now she stands upon his shoulders

And looks across the garden

And sees the oak behind the farm

I’m up here in the waving tree

I feel my mother looks at me

She is living near to the bone

There were times when she was so beautiful

She’s dancing with my uncles

Her hair was darker than this house

Although it’s true that she was proud of him

Standing on his shoulders

She saw the lights of other towns

On Friday night she took the train

On Sunday she is back again

Bringing home stories near the bone

Boy in a tree

Boy in a tree

Boy in a tree

He’s been looking round and round (and round and round)

The mirror shows another day

She’s 40 years or older

Her hair will fade from black to grey

She drives and drives through the night

A parrot on her shoulder

Until the darkness goes away

She’s standing near the waving tree

Looking up she talks to me

All I hear is the wind in the leaves

Boy in a tree

Boy in a tree

Boy in a tree

He’s been looking round and round (round and round)

Boy in a tree

Boy in a tree

He’s been looking round and round (and round and round)

Boy in a tree

In a time when she was beautiful

She’s dancing on his shoulder…

Boy in a tree…