Darrell Scott - Lone Pine lyrics
[Darrell Scott - Lone Pine lyrics]
Sunrise will find him
Drinking coffee and cream
There's a fire in the oven
Eating biscuit's and beans
WH auden lies open face down
A Miles Davis solo is floating around
He sit's there and thinks
About the poem he just read
How it might fit together
With the day that's ahead
Well his mama said, "Son
You're getting set in your ways
And your dad always wanted to
Pass on this place
You got the name you got the
Farm now don't break the line"
Lone pine, lone pine, lone pine
Two years in Afghanistan
His nerves on display it's almost been six
Since he came home to stay
The farm's never looked better
In all the years it's been there
Granddads and fathers
Never gave it such care
When he returned from that far away world
His grandmother said "Now go find you a girl
You got the name you got the
Farm now don't break the line"
Lone pine, lone pine, lone pine
And he works through his day
And there's always a plan
There's a rhythm and pleasure
To his footstep and hand
He cuts wood for the winter and
He plants in the spring
The gardens of summer and the
Hope that they bring
And sundown and daybreak alone mark the time
Lone pine, lone pine, lone pine
Lone pine, lone pine, lone pine
Lone pine, lone pine, lone pine
Drinking coffee and cream
There's a fire in the oven
Eating biscuit's and beans
WH auden lies open face down
A Miles Davis solo is floating around
He sit's there and thinks
About the poem he just read
How it might fit together
With the day that's ahead
Well his mama said, "Son
You're getting set in your ways
And your dad always wanted to
Pass on this place
You got the name you got the
Farm now don't break the line"
Lone pine, lone pine, lone pine
Two years in Afghanistan
His nerves on display it's almost been six
Since he came home to stay
The farm's never looked better
In all the years it's been there
Granddads and fathers
Never gave it such care
When he returned from that far away world
His grandmother said "Now go find you a girl
You got the name you got the
Farm now don't break the line"
Lone pine, lone pine, lone pine
And he works through his day
And there's always a plan
There's a rhythm and pleasure
To his footstep and hand
He cuts wood for the winter and
He plants in the spring
The gardens of summer and the
Hope that they bring
And sundown and daybreak alone mark the time
Lone pine, lone pine, lone pine
Lone pine, lone pine, lone pine
Lone pine, lone pine, lone pine