Boot Height - Fences

I was a laborer with pine trees

Bringing them down so they were boot height next to me

Sometimes evil things define me

And I stand shivering 'cause all trees lose their leaves

In a past life you know

I fell in love with you, girl

But I still feel its burn

I was a buried thing and she finds me

Brings me home to meet her well adjusted family

Sometimes pretty things remind me

And I stand shivering 'cause all trees lose their leaves

In a past life you know

I fell in love with you, girl

But I still feel its burn

Would you grow old with me, grow grey slowly

And tell our children how their dad was found maundering

If I died suddenly, raised up floating

Would you stand shivering 'cause all trees lose their leaves

In a past life you know

I fell in love with you girl

But I still feel its burn

In my next life you know

I’ll find you, girl

Then we’ll follow the burn