Tall Pine Trees

Tall Pine Trees - Peter Yarrow

Before I leave let me

Tell you why I'm going

And try to speak in such a way

That you won't be afraid of listening

Too many words been spoke

Without no understanding

And I'd hate to add another wound

To the times we had good loving

But oh when I think of the

Tall pine trees growing

The silver mists of snow

All around me blowing

I'll miss the gentle times

And the fireplace a'warming

Perhaps I'll turn my head

Away to hide the tears a'falling

Some say I have dishonored you

Through foolishness and folly

The question not in where that lies

But if you're standing by me

I do not need to hear the words

To know your truthful answer

Your eyes that once were home to me

Now tell me I'm a stranger

But oh when I think of the

Tall pine trees growing

The silver mists of snow

All around me blowing

I'll miss the gentle times and

The fireplace a'warming

Perhaps I'll turn my head away to

Hide the tears a'falling

I'm bound to be a wanderer

I'll never take another

I'll catch a merchant ship tonight

And sail to foreign waters

I'll judge no man for what he's done

And no man will I bother

And I hope to find some peace again

And cleanse my soul of anger

But oh when I think of the

Tall pine trees growing

The silver mists of snow

All around me blowing

I'll miss the gentle times and

The fireplace a'warming

Perhaps I'll turn my head away

To hide the tears a'falling

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