Old Pine

Ben Howard

Old Pine

Oh hot sand on toes cold sand in sleeping bags

I come to know that memories

Were the best things you ever had

The summer shorn be down on bone and backs

so far from home where the ocean stood down dust and pine cone tracks

We slept like dogs down by the fire side

Awoke to the fog where all around us the boom of summer time

We stood steady as the stars in the woods

So happy hearted in the warmth

Rang true inside these bones

As the old pine fell we sang

Just to bless the morning

Oh hot sand on toes cold sand in sleeping bags

I come to know the friends around you are all you'll always have

Smoke in my lungs oh the echoed stone careless and young, free as the birds that fly

With the weightless souls

We stood steady as the stars in the woods
So happy hearted in the warmth
Rang true inside these bones
We stood steady as the stars in the woods
So happy hearted in the warmth
Rang true inside these bones
As the old pine fell we sang
Just to bless the morning

We grow, grow, steady as the morning
We grow, grow, older still
We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn
We grow, grow, older still
We grow, grow, steady as the flowers
We grow, grow, older still
We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn
We grow, grow, older still