Pine Tree - Della Mae

Way down in Georgia

Way down the road

Come about the mornin

I’ll be headed home

Goin to the mountain

of the Carolines

I’ll get there before the sun falls

behind the tall white pine

Pine tree, pine tree

growin from the soil of Gallilee

Don’t be scared now, don’t be slow

If you don’t go then the roots won’t grow

When I was a child there

three feet out of school

and looked out on the valley

and dreamed the dreams I could

As the years passed by

my shadow grew so tall

you know the steps could I take

afraid that I would fall

Pine tree, pine tree

growin from the soil of Gallilee

Don’t be scared now, don’t be slow

If you don’t go then the roots won’t grow

Through the darkest rainfall

I have been kept dry

A steady hand to guide me

to the other side

When my dying day comes

bury me beside

the tallest of the pine trees

in the hills of Caroline

Pine tree, pine tree

growin from the soil of Gallilee

Don’t be scared now, don’t be slow

If you don’t go then the roots won’t grow

If you don’t go then the roots won’t grow

Pine tree, pine tree

growin from the soil of Gallilee

Don’t be scared now, don’t be slow

If you don’t go then the roots won’t grow