Wooden Leg Lyrics

And Also The Trees Wooden Leg

This arc sun burns His back brown High road heat Outside this town

This arc sun burns Flecked with dew As he stoops and opens the traps He looks up into His darkened room

Long live the weeds Pitted hoof tracks Long live the weeds His darkened room

His box of birds Weighs him down As he walks Far from this town

His box of birds Shrills and flutes As he climbs The straw withered slopes He looks up into The harvest moon

Long live the weeds Brushing his wooden leg Long live the weeds This harvest moon