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Trail
of the Lonesome Pine
It
stands alone, like this heart of mine
Beside
the trail of the lonesome pine.
A
gentle breeze makes it softly sigh,
As
if remembering days gone by.
While
our hearts are full of love to give,
We
remember love that did not live.
Memories
won’t let our hearts entwine
Along
the trail of the lonesome pine.
It
seems to cry on a misty day
From
drops of dew not wanting to stay.
That
lonesome pine is a friend to me
As
two hearts that share in sympathy.
There’s
nothing richer than heart of pine,
Except
the love in this heart of mine.
Yet
we’re alone, that old pine and me,
Together
alone - lonesome and free.
If
it could talk what tales it could tell
Of
the Heaven it’s known, and the Hell.
Like
me, the worst of all it has known
Is
when it’s standing there - all alone.
I
stand and look at the lonesome pine,
And
wonder about this heart of mine.
Will
it be alone to face the storm?
Or
will love keep it alive and warm?
~Author~
Glen Pysell
©Copyright 2001
The midi you are listening to is......"In the Pines"
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