Boot Height

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