In the Pines

In the pines, in the pines Where the sun never shines That’s where the cold wind blows In the pines, in the pines Where the sun never shines I shiver when the cold wind blows My hours and my days Are filled with a haze Rising up from the soil Like a grave... The dead and the dying Are far past lying And their voices come, The living, to save... In the pines, in the pines Where the sun never shines That’s where the cold wind blows In the pines, in the pines Where the sun never shines I shiver when the cold wind blows These hills and these hollows Are a judge and a gallows For no one but the guilty Of heart... So come bringing light Be it daytime or night Those who have gone before Are ready to start... (Instrumental) In the pines, in the pines Where the sun never shines That’s where the cold wind blows In the pines, in the pines Where the sun never shines The time for justice grows In the pines, in the pines Where the sun never shines As I shiver, and the cold wind blows...