The Pines Lyrics

As the ridges fade from green to gray

And the cold of night creeps into day

If you listen close, you'll hear him say

That death has not yet won

When the leaves fall to the ground

It's only then you'll hear the sound

Of baby deer still learning how

To flee the hunter's gun

The snow is thick and it's hard to see

But when all the color has left the trees

The pines remind us with a little green

That death must wait for his decree

To keep the growing deer at play

The hunter walks the fields each day

To feed them well and keep them safe

Until the season comes

The lonely one who leaves the path

Will rile the heard and feel their wrath

But come the frost they'll all be trapped

Unless they learn to run

The snow is thick and it's hard to see

But when all the color has left the trees

The pines remind us with a little green

That death must wait for his decree