Summer Songs... #1 In A Series

I'm home again in my old narrow bed

Where I grew tall & 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

& no one was at fault

Frightened by the power in every innocent thought

The silent understanding passing down

From lover to lover

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 & hope someone will see

& live like a flower

While the boys grew in the trees

 Last night I slept in sheets the color of fire

Tonight I lie alone again & curse my own desires

Sentenced first to burn & then to freeze

& watch by the window

Where the boys grew in the trees

Carly Simon
1978