Bristlecone Pine

歌詞

Way up in the mountains on the high timber line There's a twisted old tree called the Bristlecone Pine The wind there is bitter, it cuts like a knife And it keeps that tree holding on for dear life But hold on it does, standing its ground Standing as empires rise and fall down When Jesus was gathering lambs to his fold The tree was already a thousand years old Now the way I have lived there ain't no way to tell When I die if I'm going to heaven or hell So when I'm laid to rest it would suit me just fine To sleep at the feet of the Bristlecone Pine For as I would slowly return to the earth What little this body of mine might be worth Would soon start to nourish the roots of that tree And it would partake of the essence of me And who knows but that as the centuries turn A small spark of me might continue to burn As long as the sun did continue to shine Down on the limbs of the Bristlecone Pine Now the way I have lived there ain't no way to tell When I die if I'm going to heaven or hell So I'd just as soon serve out eternity's time Asleep at the feet of the Bristlecone Pine Asleep at the feet of the Bristlecone Pine