Tall Pine Trees

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’s 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