There's a man who's been out sailing
in a decade full of dreams
And he takes her to a schooner
and he treats her like a queen
Bearing beads from California
with their amber stones and green.
He has called her from the harbour
he has kissed her with his freedom
he has heard her off to starboard
in the breaking and the breathing of the water weeds.
While she was busy being free.
There's a man who's climbed a mountain
and he's calling out her name
and he hopes her heart can hear
3,000 miles he calls again
he can think her there beside him
he can miss her just the same.
He has missed her in the forest
while he showed her all the flowers
and the branches sang the chorus,
as he climbed the scaly towers of a forest tree.
While she was somewhere being free.
There's a man who sent a letter
and he's waiting for her reply.
He has asked her of her travels
since the day they said goodbye.
He writes, "Wish you were beside me,
we could make it if we try."
He has seen her at the office,
with her name on all his papers,
through the sharing of the profits,
he will find it hard to shake her from these memories.
And she's so busy being free.
There's a lady, in the city,
and she thinks she loves them all.
There's the one who's thinking of her,
There's the one who sometimes calls.
There's the one who writes her letters,
with his facts and figures scrawl.
She has brought them to her senses,
they have laughed inside her laughter.
Now she rallies her defences,
for she fears that one will ask her for eternity.
And she's so busy being free.
There's a man who sends her medals,
he is bleeding from the war.
There's a jouster and a jester
and a man who owns a store.
There's a drummer, and a dreamer,
and you know there may be more.
She will love them when she sees them,
they will lose her if they follow.
And she only means to please them,
and her heart is full and hollow like a cactus tree.
Like a cactus tree being free.
"Cactus Tree" é uma canção que nos ensina que a necessidade de amar não se deve sobrepor à necessidade de ser livre. A questão é complexa porque cada uma destas realidades humanas pode anular a outra. É preciso respeito por quem se ama e é preciso responsabilidade para se ser livre.
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