lost its mate in flight Hear the cooing of his lonely heart Through the stillness of the night Whispering pines, whispering pines Tell me is it so Whispering pines, whispering pines
So early in the spring. Her thoughts were gay and happy And the morning gay and fine, For her lover was a river boy From the river in the pines. Now
She made her way She felt she was to blame and her porcelain dolls She's boxed them all And along the way, she changed her name Lonesome pine, rain or
these pines are not mine They don't smell so sweet Like the ones in my mind And I search the needles 'til I run out of time But I don't see you in these pines
its mate in flight Hear the cooing of his lonely heart through the stillness of the night Chorus: Whispering pines, whispering pines, tell me is it so Whispering pines, whispering pines
a dream Here inside my lonely room there is no in between If you find me in a gloom or catch me in a dream Inside my lonely room there is no in between Whispering pines
's lost its mate in flight Heard the cooing of his heart through the stillness of the night Whispering pines whispering pines tell me is it so Whispering pines whispering pines
that train and gone In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines And you shiver when the cold wind blows In the pines, in the pines, where
tracing the window pane up and down, up and down Follow the crystal air to the snowflake village where people made of gumdrops greet you; Merry mornings Mr. Pine
when your eyes met mine I knew that you were gone forever Along with all the reasons, I had for hanging on I'd be better off in a pine box On a slow
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
every mountain she had climbed And she talked of trails she'd walked up Far above the timberline From that night on I knew I'd write songs For Carolina in the pines
There's a meeting in Lone Pine today and no one knows See the wind along the highway how it goes And some days the trucks roll over There's a bistash
Perhaps the wind itself from old myth sweped the dust away, In a sleep of a beauty frigg caused the fear. Ah worried, worried is Balde's mother, So worried
from the NFB film GODDESS REMEMBERED Music by Loreena McKennitt L.M.: Vocals, Synthetic Textures GEORGE KOLLER: Cello Mixed by John Whynot at Metal Works
I wake up every morning with a tear in my eye I can`t help but think today who`s gonna die Yesterday it was you today it could be me Tell me is it true
Saturday night, Should I choose a side, At 9th at Pine Can we still say we're civilized? Watched some kid go down at 9th at Pine... Is it the crowd