Boy of the Woods

©2000 Andrew Calhoun, unrecorded

From a distinct early memory. The tune's in the Lydian mode.

With my new friend and a two-inch blade
A brown paper sack of lunch Mom made
Deeper in, in grave parade
I am a boy of the woods

Tremendous trees that block our way
Fell upon some fateful day
We will stalk them where they lay
I am a boy of the woods

Here, roots torn from the ground
Leave secrets we and death have found
And a stale pool, where a man could drown
I am a boy of the woods

We sat on stones, beneath a bush
In a cave carved from the underbrush
With tuna fish, and orange crush
I am a boy of the woods

Those trees are gone, these boys are men
Who may not pass that way again
Here's to my forgotten friend
I am a boy of the woods