Pine Tree

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