Here I grew guilty
And no one was at fault
Frightened by the power
in every innocent thought
And the silent understanding
passing down
From daughter to daughter
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 and hope
someone will see
And live like a flower
While the boys grow in
the trees
Last night I slept in sheets
the color of fire
Tonight I lie alone again
and curse my own desire
Sentenced first to burn
and then to freeze
And watch by the window
Where the boys grew in
the trees
Written by Carly Simon