Church of the Pines - Sun Kil Moon

Spring spring

Flowers blossom and bloom

Squirrel squirrel jump down onto my roof

Sparrow

Cardinal hummingbird

Redwood

Holly tree juniper

The service moves slowly through the hills

Faint sound of the highway

Night sets on the church of pines

Ending the day they laid down to rest

From my room I look at the street

And see the youths passing along

While I unwind

Head in a song

And in my bed I play the guitar

I loosen the strings 'til I find a tone

And if it don't come

Then I put it down

Howl howl dogs of the neighborhood

Moon glow over the gravestones

Dense vines strangle the black oaks

The lamp light the fallen fence posts

The sun rises over the tree line

With welcoming morning light

Day sets on the church of pines

One day we'll all be laid to rest

From the hills I look up at stars

And feel the darkness swell like a bruise

And in my head I'm playing with words

I scramble and strain to find the right ones

Sometimes there are none

Sometimes they don't come