Three Boys

At night, like young birds we rest, No hunter's gun, no youthful quest, In maple limbs we find our peace, As the city eases into sleep A woman’s voice, a cat’s night moan, Distant sirens, but we’re alone, In this maple, beneath the streetlight, No sound troubles our silent night. The city hums, the lights turn red, But here we dream in branches spread, Leaves shiver and the branches sway, In this cradle, we dream ourselves away. A woman’s voice, a cat’s night moan, Distant sirens, but we’re alone, In this maple, beneath the streetlight, No sound troubles our silent night. (Instrumental verse) A woman’s voice, a cat’s night moan, Distant sirens, but we’re alone, In this maple, beneath the streetlight, No sound troubles our silent night. In the arms of that maple tree, We spoke of tomorrow, a shadowed dream Eyes closed tight, the world still small, Those three cradles yet to fall.