Western Pine from Western Pine by Talise

I left for little grove as the hunter’s moon aimed down
Lay beneath a shaded tree I’d planted in the ground
Lord give me reason, oh, lord give me rhyme
Show me why this world chose me and I chose it to be mine

Dollar for a dime underneath that Western Pine

I now speak the language that my mother has long known
Shows just what this world can do to girls before they’re grown
Thought as I grew older that I would grow wise
But I still carry all the pain that I took on as a child

Sullen soul you’ll find
Underneath that Western Pine

I don’t want to feel his love ‘cause that would mean I feel my pain
When I try to break these walls I build them back again
Build them back with powder that I carry in a bag
Add another gram of rock onto these chains I drag

Wounds will mend in time
Underneath that Western Pine

So I lay here waiting, lord, and I sing this song
Sing this song with hopes I’ll find a way to carry on

• Folk
• folk roots
• gourd banjo
• haunting vocals
• old time
• primitive folk
• Canada