(Carly Simon)
I'm home again in my old narrow bed
Where I grew tall and my feet hung over the end

The low beam room with the window looking out
On the soft summer garden
Where the boys grew in the trees


Here I grew guilty
And no one was at fault

Frightened by the power in every innocent thought
And the silent understanding passing down
From daughter to daughter

Let the boys grow in the trees

Do you go to them or do you let them come to you

Do you stand in back afraid that you'll intrude
Deny yourself and hope someone will see
And live like a flower

While the boys grew in the trees

Last night I slept in sheets the colour of fire

Tonight I lie alone again and curse my own desires
Sentenced first to burn and then to freeze
And watch by the window

Where the boys grew in the trees