Evergreen
Billy Joe Shaver Lyrics


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To evergreen fields of my youth I will sing
My steps left no footprints behind
No fruit of the harvest lent weight to my pockets
Small knowledge was stowed in my mind

Now youth has forsaken this old man
My seasons are numbered by three
No seeds have been sown in the plowed fields
No harvest is waiting for me

A cripple for life is the fate of the loner
No fruit will be borne by his tree
These foughts pierce my mind while in echoes of memories
A young voice too late calls to me

Come run through my dream fields,you old man
Search beyond your windowsill




Go touch my high moutains and valleys
Come sleep 'neath my evergreen fields

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Billy Joe Shaver's song "Evergreen" are a poignant reflection on aging, the passing of time, and the way that memories can linger throughout the course of one's life. Shaver begins by singing about the "evergreen fields" of his youth which he will sing about, even as his steps no longer leave footprints and his knowledge is minimal. He reflects back on a life spent without planting seeds or harvesting crops, and notes that as he ages, he has become destined to stay isolated and alone with his thoughts.


The songwriter paints a picture of a man looking back wistfully on the carefree days of his youth, feeling the weight of time on his aging body. He also conveys a sense of regret for the opportunities missed and the dreams that might have once been possible. All of these feelings are encapsulated in the final verse, in which Shaver imagines a young voice calling out to him, urging him to come run through dream fields and touch the high mountains and valleys. The song is both a lamentation of time lost and a poetic expression of the beauty and persistence of memory.


Line by Line Meaning

To evergreen fields of my youth I will sing
I will sing about the evergreen fields of my youth


My steps left no footprints behind
I didn't leave any mark or legacy behind


No fruit of the harvest lent weight to my pockets
I didn't make much money or gain much from my previous work


Small knowledge was stowed in my mind
I didn't acquire much knowledge or education in my youth


Now youth has forsaken this old man
I am now old and no longer youthful


My seasons are numbered by three
I am in the last stage of my life, nearing the end


No seeds have been sown in the plowed fields
I didn't plant anything or prepare for the future


No harvest is waiting for me
I have no fruits or rewards waiting for me from my past actions


A cripple for life is the fate of the loner
Being alone can lead to a life of loneliness and disability


No fruit will be borne by his tree
If one continues to be alone, they won't be able to create or have something meaningful in their life


These foughts pierce my mind while in echoes of memories
These thoughts make me feel regretful while remembering my past


A young voice too late calls to me
A voice from my youth calls to me, but it's too late now


Come run through my dream fields,you old man
Come visit the place of my dreams, even though I'm old


Search beyond your windowsill
Look beyond what you know or are used to


Go touch my high mountains and valleys
Go explore new heights and depths


Come sleep 'neath my evergreen fields
Come rest and find peace in my never-changing fields




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