Under The Pines - Bodies Of Water

We all went out underneath the alder tree

And in alder shade we spoke so carefully

But way back against the knotted pines

It was dim, and things grew honest then

Under the pines

Now all of the tendons of the world are loosed

And in the dark light of pine we spoke the truth

Yes way back, oh things grew honest then

Paths diverge into the boring mist

Under the pines