The Days Of Pine.

The misty rain seeped through the hills, seeking children who are seeking thrills.
And the thrills they seek, are the memories you keep.

The Days Of Pine.
The Days Of Pine.

Follow the path off through the trees, warriors with sharp sticks and dirty tee's.
And the things they be, are the things you cannot see.

The Days Of Pine.
The Days Of Pine.

Well you don't know what livin' is till you've lived in the land, of darker woods, of radder tales, of the bravery of men. If I could quest to the clock of life and turn it back and then, maybe I- oh maybe I could learn to live again.

Line upon line, we all will find...
The Days Of Pine.
Those Days Of Pine.

The misty grove deep in the wood, taught you the things that none other could.
...In Otter Creek you'll find...

Those Days Of Pine.
The Days Of Pine.
The Days Of Pine.
The Days Of Pine.

The Days Of Pine.



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