Thompson Pines

In the future you are in the woods
Don’t speak, be still, you’ll hear
Thompson pines, Thompson pines
Holding up the sky

It is written without words
Symphony of the trees
Symphony of the trees
I remember you tomorrow

And I know she will exhale a wave
That could send me to my grave
Or strike me down with forks of lightening
Oh egnight me
Bend me in the wind

Don’t speak, be still, you’ll hear
Thompson Pines, Thompson pines
Holding up the sky

It is written in the dark
Symphony of the trees 4x
I remember you tomorrow