I am the porch of aged pine
Where the salt and river twine
I feel the grit of bayou clay
Holding the heat of the day
The Taxodium stands tall and green
The dampest air I've ever seen
He brings the bow and brings the wood
Exactly where the willow stood
Sing it loud for the cypress tree
Set the wild river spirit free
Stomp your boots on my cedar grain
Wash away all the summer rain
He leans his back against my rail
While the evening breezes sail
He plays a tune of mud and gold
Stories that the marshes hold
The Taxodium stands tall and green
The dampest air I've ever seen
He brings the bow and brings the wood
Exactly where the willow stood
Sing it loud for the cypress tree
Set the wild river spirit free
Stomp your boots on my cedar grain
Wash away all the summer rain
His fingers move in steady lines
Through the thick and tangled vines
Saguaro dreams in southern heat
Where the salt and freshwater meet
The peat is thick and black as ink
The heavy river starts to sink
He closes eyes and lets it go
Watching the muddy current flow
Sing it loud for the cypress tree
Set the wild river spirit free
Stomp your boots on my cedar grain
Wash away all the summer rain
Now the dusk turns purple grey
As the herons fly away
I hold his weight and feel the beat
Of the dancing, tired feet
Sing it loud for the cypress tree
Set the wild river spirit free
Stomp your boots on my cedar grain
Wash away all the summer rain
Settle deep in the river bed
Rest your heavy, weary head
Just the cedar and the pine
Everything is feeling fine
