Cypress knees hold the porch light low
Iron hull where the marsh grasses grow
I speak in Latin to roots below
Salt crust forms on the steel anchor chain
Ballast roots in the black bayou mud
Cypress knees rising through the flood
Steel hull dreams where the heron once stood
Sheltered by porch beams salt and wood
Harmonium drones through the Spanish moss
Engine cold total signal loss
I scrape the heavy rust like winter frost
Nature claims what the high tide has lost
Ballast roots in the black bayou mud
Cypress knees rising through the flood
Steel hull dreams where the heron once stood
Sheltered by porch beams salt and wood
Fiddle screams loud on the foot-stomp beat
Gang shouts rise from the piling seat
Quercus virginiana shades the deck
Botanist saves the sinking wreck
Ballast roots in the black bayou mud
Cypress knees rising through the flood
Steel hull dreams where the heron once stood
Sheltered by porch beams salt and wood
No compass rose no satellite
Just xylem pulling through the night
Dormant engine iron sleep
Promises that the spring will keep
Dawn breaks on the chlorophyll green
Brightest hull that I've ever seen
Taxodium distichum stand your ground
Best harbor that I've ever found
Ballast roots in the black bayou mud
Cypress knees rising through the flood
Steel hull dreams where the heron once stood
Sheltered by porch beams salt and wood
Safe